Arya was not a fan of doctors.  She disliked the clinical waiting rooms, the wailing children, the uncomfortable tables, and especially she hated the needles.  Normally, she was fine with needles, but every time she came in to see Dr. Spaceman, he seemed to want to stick her in the arm with a needle, and it hurt.  Of course, ‘sticking them with the pointy end’ was one of the first lessons she had ever learned from her big brother, but in this case, she preferred to stay far away from this kind of needle.  

“Arya_Stark, the doctor is ready to see you now.”  The receptionist barely even looked up from her paperwork as she spoke, and had Arya not been paying attention, she might have missed it.  She stood, nodding to the woman and pushing open the door to the exam room.  Dr. Spaceman was inside, sitting on the exam room table swinging his legs, flicking the end of a very large syringed needle, muttering to himself.

 “Gotta get the bubbles out, can’t have another accident… oh! Miss Stark, I didn’t realize you had come in.  Are you ready for your shot?”  He said, jumping up off the exam table with a little too much excitement for Arya’s taste.

“Actually Dr, I came here regarding what we had discussed before? You mentioned a facility in Old City District that you wanted me to take over?” She said, folding her arms across her chest.  No way she was letting him near her with that needle. Spaceman nodded, a smile crossing his face.

“Yes, I had heard about your particular talent for removing faces.  We have a high demand of face transplants, and a surgery facility where that is performed would be very helpful in this area.  I do expect at least 25% from each face removed to be transferred to me immediately.  We always need extra facial tissue.”  Arya didn’t have the heart to tell him that she was not only not a surgeon, she definitely did not transplant faces.  

“Of course, I’d expect no less.  I’ll make the arrangements for The Faceless Men to set up immediately.” She said, taking a step away from him towards the door, her glance flicking back to the needle still in his hands.

“Was there anything else you needed, sir?”

"Yes, as a matter of fact." Spaceman replied, turning from Arya and directing his gaze towards the enormous syringe.

"You're going to need to take this shot."

A pained expression formed over her face that likely made her regret even asking the question.  As a matter of policy, Spaceman's patients routinely received regular shots to keep his patients in tip-top shape.  The business opportunity that presented itself - an actual skin trade - was too lucrative to simply leave uninsured.

"Arm, please."

The young woman reluctantly offered her arm - muscles tensing as Spaceman eyed the injection point.  Spaceman's history with giving people shots knew it was the most unpleasant part of the job - and a modicum of professionalism and gusto went a long way.  Spaceman quickly lifted the syringe and jabbed it in Arya's arm, grimacing as he did so.

"Ew, ew, ew!"

Pressing the plunger, Spaceman winced as the syringe emptied.  Giving shots was the most unpleasant part of Spaceman's job, too.  Wrapping up the routine check-up, Spaceman headed back to the reception area with Arya as he turned to his receptionist.

"Karen!  Have a cab come to take Miss Stark to her new stomping ground across town.  Philadelphia just got a brand new face."

Indifference, having received a summons from Arya flew all the way from LA over to Philly.  He stepped out into OCD and started asking questions to learn that she had gone to the Doctor's for a shot. Cringing at the thought of the test prior to the shot he had due to the relations of Rafa 's ex girlfriend, he shuttered.

Nonetheless, business was business and he had been summoned.  He walked into the room and found Spaceman just about to leave and Arya with a ...key in her hand.  Indifference read the logs of the history his ancestors had with their ancestors and at once knew that he had just found his path in this place.

" Arya_stark - I wish you the best in your... ney our endeavours here in OCD.  May you forever be making lists and forcing me to give a shit!!  Together, I know that we will grow the OH SEE DEE into a city full of crime and debauchery!"