From a certain perspective, playing someone else, impersonating someone else, and putting the Chameleon's talents to use was genuinely interesting.
Su Ming liked pretending to be other people, especially someone with such a distinctive personality as Johnny Silverhand. It was just that his profanity might not be as filthy or deranged as Johnny's.
But this was enough. Dropping a curse or two now and then to set the mood was fine. If he really acted like Johnny, bringing up the reproductive system in every other sentence whenever he had an episode, it would be far too easy to corrupt Ciri.
The business about getting a medical checkup was just an excuse. It gave him a perfectly natural reason to make contact with Jack and V, without seeming abrupt at all.
As for what Old Vic could discover, that was out of the question. Strangle and the Adjutant were enough to fool any equipment he had and give him an utterly unremarkable physical examination report.
Thus, Old Vic finally started acting like a doctor, busy examining the hot-tempered rock star. The latter took the opportunity to casually strike up a conversation with the dazed V.
"Hey, beautiful, are you Ciri's friend too? Or are you her... this?"
As he spoke, he raised his pinky and made a few wiggling, thrusting motions. What he meant was perfectly obvious.
"Stop making those gestures. You're an elder." Ciri walked over to V, wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her, then glared at the man with feigned anger. "My business is none of your concern. So what if you guessed?"
"Elder my ass. Hahaha, whatever. You're V, right? What were you talking about before we got here? Mind telling me? This physical is boring as fuck. Give me something to pass the time."
Hearing