The woman hesitated. But after a few moments of thought, Doc Holliday was indeed a doctor, so she supposed it was alright. After all, they were in a little corner of the Club, a place that was also dark and noisy (albeit with dancing strobe lights and club lasers around to distract the senses), so it should be just as safe as if they were in his very office.
She took a short breath and began, "I... I'm infertile, Senor. I know this because ever since I undertook my Rite of Adulthood in the Malvada Cloud, my menstrual cycle stopped and has never come back since. On a side-note, I have tried with my past lovers to... ehrm... conceive children, but none of our attempts have ever been successful. I've looked far and wide for doctors who weren't jaded by my Corsair history, but the few that I've met didn't have the expertise to handle my case.
"But..." She lowered her head again as she continued, "The fact that I've become infertile due to my Rite is a problem in itself. All Corsario pass through that test to prove they've got what it takes to handle the dangers we face constantly, radiation being one of them. So when people such as I are rendered incapable of bearing children after our Rite, in the eyes of the Empirio we are no better than ghosts, destined to die and be unable to pass on our lesser genes."
The woman let out a deep sigh, then raised her head again to smile at Doc. But this smile looked slightly forced, and her right eye betrayed her as it formed tears within, but at least she took the time to wipe the strays away with the handkerchief as she continued, "Siento, Senor. To be honest, meeting you here has me both excited... but also scared at the same time. My issue may be medical, but its roots run as deep as my people's culture and beliefs. Don't take me wrong, Senor: I do desire to have children one day, and I do ask if it's possible for me to become fertile again... But...
"... What hermano within the Empirio would ever accept a ghost? What hermano would be willing to spoil his familia's pool with the genes of a lesser hermana like me?"
She let out a slow sigh before she turned to her Chimichanga, which had no doubt gotten a little cold from being ignored. With a sudden smile on her face, she picked the morsel up, looked at it with delight, and said, "How about you, fine amigo? You may not be a hermano, but at least you ain't no taco, heheh." With that, she took a large, crispy bite out of it and gave it a few happy chews. "At least you're still a little warm."