Edits for v2

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@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ She had already begun to put her phone back in her pocket before the faint ping
 
 *Shit.* 
 
-Carter quickened her pace, doing her best to maintain the appearance that she belonged here. She, Dr Carter Ramirez, researcher on the lost, was meant to be here. Meant to be in the hospital, in the wing where the lost were kept. She belonged here, it was okay.
+Carter quickened her pace, doing her best to maintain the appearance that she belonged here. She, Dr. Carter Ramirez, researcher on the lost, was meant to be here. Meant to be in the hospital, in the wing where the lost were kept. She belonged here, it was okay.
 
 And the ruse, if ruse it were, worked well enough to get her up to the second floor and onto the hall where RJ was being kept. A slow hall. A quiet hall, where none of the patients could talk or move. An empty hall. A nurse's station with a lone nurse sitting behind a monitor.
 
@@ -28,13 +28,13 @@ The only occupied chairs along the entire hall were occupied with suits. Suits s
 
 *Well, shit.*
 
-There would be no backing up without increased culpability. She had been preempted. And why not? Dr Carter Ramirez, researcher in the lost, was meant to be here, right?
+There would be no backing up without increased culpability. She had been preempted. And why not? Dr. Carter Ramirez, researcher in the lost, was meant to be here, right?
 
 All she could do, all she could think to do, was nod to them politely and head to the nurse's station. "Good, uh...good afternoon."
 
 They looked up from the paperwork and frowned. "Afternoon. May I help you?"
 
-"Yes, sorry. Dr Carter Ramirez, UCL. I'm here to view a patient, RJ Brewster? Should be in 2309."
+"Yes, sorry. Dr. Carter Ramirez, UCL. I'm here to view a patient, RJ Brewster? Should be in 2309."
 
 The nurse's frown deepened. "You're expected. The gentlemen down the hall are here to speak with you. That's 2309 they're sitting in front of. Go ahead."
 
@@ -48,11 +48,11 @@ The director barrelled out of the room and nearly collided with the suits. His t
 
 Nonplussed, the suits turned toward Johansson. "Sir, we are not--"
 
-"Won't take a moment, please. Just need a bit of privacy. Dr Ramirez, head on in.I'm sure we can all talk in a moment."
+"Won't take a moment, please. Just need a bit of privacy. Dr. Ramirez, head on in.I'm sure we can all talk in a moment."
 
 Unsure if it was confusion or Johansson's convincing act that drew her forward, she simply nodded and continued into the room. Caitlin, she assumed, sat on a chair next to the bed. And in the bed itself must have been RJ. Short, slight, dusty blonde hair swept back out of eir face by a simple hairband, eyes taped shut, nasal intubation tube taped to eir cheek. Still. Completely still.
 
-"Dr Ramirez?" Caitlin said.
+"Dr. Ramirez?" Caitlin said.
 
 "Yes, uh...Caitlin, is it? And this is RJ?"
 
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ The sudden intensity seemed to startle Caitlin. She sat up straighter in her cha
 
 "You mean...intentionally? Not an accident?" The tech frowned. "Why are you here, then?"
 
-Carter ground her palms against her eyes and shook her head. "I don't know. Running from those guys, I guess. Trying to reduce my guilt." She considered expanding on what Prakash had said, on Prakash himself, then decided against it. If he was indeed helping her, that would be throwing him under the bus. "I figured if I came here, it would only be an ethics violation or something. Pretty vain hope."
+Carter ground her palms against her eyes and shook her head. "I don't know. Running from those guys, I guess. Trying to not look guilty, or at least look less guilty." She considered expanding on what Prakash had said, on Prakash himself, then decided against it. If he was indeed helping her, that would be throwing him under the bus. Guilty of what, though, she didn't know. "I figured if I came here, it would only be an ethics violation or something. Pretty vain hope."
 
 "Maybe." Caitlin sounded unconvinced. "I guess it's nice to meet you. I heard about you from the boss and Sasha."