[Long description: The R.A. is back to her goofy self immediately.
R.A.: This probably won’t help by “country bumpkin” image, but!
She twiddles her glasses matter-of-factly. The Chief just watches, unmoved.
R.A.: I really like my eyes! And… Um… I wanna keep ‘em!
Chief: They’re dead weight.
The R.A. becomes deathly still. She’s cut out of time and transplanted into the operating room, eyes wide open under the surgeon’s many mechanical knives. ]