"Oh, I understand what you mean. I would never expect you to trust me right away. I'm not sure if there's a way to truly earn it other than to say 'I was there when we made Lonestar bankrupt', either. But. If your options are limited, you know where to turn. And my terms would be simple."
Doc adapts more of a business tone as she speaks, looking up at the dragon with a mostly straight face. She couldn't stop that smirk from sticking on her face, though. "I'd patch you up and fix whatever needs fixing. While I do so, however, I'd like to explore your body; I'd want to learn about your digestive, respiratory, and cardiovascular systems, note anatomy, and keep track of any unique or noteworthy findings. Perhaps I could dig deeper and do further research on anything I find intriguing," she says, a bit of glee in her voice. Once she realizes that she's about to slip into a fantasy world again just by thinking about it, she stops herself. "But I will have my limits. By the end of it all, you'll have whatever problem you had fixed. I'll also be sure to leave you in one piece. Though I doubt I'd take anything out in the first place for safety and comfort reasons, I think it'd be nice for you to know that I'm not going to literally gut you. Sort of like window shopping, if you think about it."
"Also, I can find plenty of drugs to knock you out and stop the pain. Even if you're much larger than the average pony, I'm sure I could work out something with what I have. But, if you have a strong stomach and some distrust, I could leave you awake and let you watch! Ill-advised, since one typically doesn't like the sight of their own guts and may or may not have an increased heart rate, but that's for you to decide. I'd still numb the pain, though."
At the tail end of her sentence, a memory snags in her mind, and she looks down at the ground with concern. "Unless you d