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Just in time

Posted on Monday September 21st, 2020 @ 10:08pm by Lieutenant Nyall Siana M.D. & Lieutenant JG Alexandra McDonald Dr

Mission: Death Be Not Proud
Location: Transporter Room 1
Timeline: Day 21 at 1057

Three minutes to spare... Materialising aboard the soon to be renamed USS Cassiopeia, Doctor Nyall Siana flashed a decidedly charming smile in the direction of the ensign on duty as he shouldered his bag and stepped down from the transporter platform. Now that he was safely aboard, he could afford to spend a moment to make a proper introduction and extend his thanks for the young woman's most excellent dedication to duty.

Was it his fault that by the time he stepped out of the transporter to make his way to Sickbay that he now had dinner plans? Absolutely not. Emerging from the transporter room was also, coincidentally, when he learned of the decision to rename the ship. He imagined the admiralty had good reason. His was not to reason why. It made no difference to his work, really.

Whistling a song that had been stuck in his head all day, he made his way to Sickbay. The ship was impressive, boasting a more advanced and well equipped Sickbay than most vessels would every dream of. The moment he stepped inside he paused, just drinking in the sights and - yes - the smells. Despite advanced filtration systems and environmental controls, no system could completely eradicate the tell tale scents of a hospital. It was almost comforting.

"Can I help you?" a somewhat high pitched, nasally voice enquired. Nyall spun around, at first seeing nothing until he looked down. Standing at just four feet tall, clad in medical blues, a male humanoid was peering up at him with piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, hello!" Nyall replied with a cheerful smile. Crouching down a little to reduce the height difference, he offered his hand, "Dr Nyall Siana. And you are?"

"Ensign Ilian Vestra," came a reply as the blue eyes regarded the outstretched hand wearily. "Forgive me if I don't shake, I have allergies. Lots of them. And do you realise how many bacteria and viruses are on your hand?!"

"Oh..." Nyall frowned as he withdrew his offered hand. "Didn't mean to offend."

"None taken, none taken," the ensign replied. "I suppose you are looking for Doctor Hill?"

"Actually yes -"

"He's on the Bridge," the ensign interjected as he headed away, "you can wait in his office with the other new blood. It's right over there, can't miss it. I need to get back to my lab. Welcome aboard I suppose."

"You suppose?" Nyall repeated in a whisper as he stared after the departing ensign, looking completely bemused. Shrugging it off he stood up straight, spotted the office in question and headed for it. Drawing closer, he realised that by new blood, Vestra had met a woman who was currently pacing back and forth, appearing to be whispering to herself as she did so.

Maybe it was a full moon around here.

Standing in the doorway he cleared his throat, which rather than simply announce his presence, seemed to completely startle the women. She let out a startled yelp and as she spun around, knocked over a small and previously neatly organised stack of reports. "Dr Hill?!" she all but squeeked.

Nyall grinned, thinking she seemed like a deer caught in the headlights. "No, no," he assured her as he knelt down and began picking up the PaDDs. "Just another newbie like you. Nyall."

"Alex," she replied with a relieved smile, her heartrate calming a little now that she knew she hadn't just embarrassed herself in front of her new boss. "That obvious, huh?"

He shrugged as he set the reports back down on the desk, "a little. But nothing wrong with some nerves. We all get them sometimes. And I startled you. What were you doing anyway?"

She blushed, "oh, that! I was recounting the names of all the bones in the human body. I do it to help calm down. Stupid, huh?"

"Not at all," he assured her, "everybody has something. Not like you were in here singing Klingon opera."

"Oh God, no, that would be really embarrassing," Alex laughed, looking relieved. "What's your thing?"

"Klingon opera."

"Oh..." her eyes widened in horror.

He couldn't prolong her torment longer than a few seconds before he grinned, "kidding! I can hold a tune but I hate opera. Any kind."

"Oh thank goodness," Alex breathed, one hand on her chest and able to feel her pounding heart. "I thought I'd gone and put my foot in it again."

"Sorry," he grinned. "Tell you what, why don't we leave a message for Dr Hill and while we wait for him to get back, I get you a coffee or something to make up for it."

She flashed him a grateful smile, "sounds great."

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