Toph was almost fully put back together after slipping into the hall when the professor finds her. She wipes at her eyes and sniffles, but as the kindly old man talks, the hastily reconstructed dam about her emotions breaks away and her tears start up again in earnest. In a sob, she throws...
Toph can feel the level of tension ease off, and she looks over art Scary Jerry and gives him a smile and nod of thanks for his words. If he had gone the other way with his comments, it could have been a very ugly scene. She then gives Hitomi a smile as she can feel the heat rise up in her...
Toph doesn't waste any time in setting up a quick IV, her hands moving as she talks. In a calm voice, she relays the vitals being displayed of pulse, blood pressure and blood oxygen levels, and she doesn't try to over complicate what she's saying.
"Simply put, Padre is exhausted. He needed...
With a look of genuine concern on her face, Toph moves over to stand next to Padre to get a closer look at the man and what the instruments are telling her. Without disturbing his playing, Toph places her hand on his shoulder with a gentle touch and says in a soft voice for her patient to hear...
Keeping a close eye on the instruments, Toph will let the performance continue as she laughs and claps along to the beat, ready to jump in the moment things get into the red. Hopefully the stress that the performance is putting on the Padre will not hit dangerous levels.
Toph nods to Hitomi and glances over at Padre with a tilt of her head, indicating she is going to watch his vitals as he plays. Keeping a close eye on the instruments, it doesn't keep her from clapping her hands and enjoying the performance, a smile of delight coming to her face.
Toph takes a moment to enjoy the music before answering, feeling the beat in her heart. She then steps forward into the center of the room and strikes a pose before launching into motion. She may not be a skilled professional dancer, but she is very nimble, a gymnast from when she was young, so...
Toph slowly rises from bed, still feeling drained despite the long time asleep that she enjoyed. She slips out of her clothes and showers, then once cleaned up, she dries off and dresses before heading out to find some breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee.
Once she has some caffeine in her...
No worries. This is the start of a career-defining paper on the subject. It can take her years and she'll be a happy camper the whole time she's working on it. In between times she's being sent out to fly a mission, of course!
She's a doctor, with a analytical mind that wants to classify and identify the biological traits of Traversing. Can it be learned by someone else? Is there a genetic marker for Traversing? Is there a chance that it is hereditary? Is there some kind of gene therapy that could give the ability...