Noemi shook her head as she received the response. As she waited for the General to wake, she made a mental note to see to it that such an oversight never occurred again. Not that she ever expected to have someone’s implants, other than her own, reprogrammed any time soon.
As she heard the General groan, she leaned in toward him before she reached in to gently brush his bangs out of his eyes.
“Good morning, General. I hope you feel better,” the captain greeted. “My team did the best job that they could manage.”