Noah liked sickbays. There was something innately pleasing about how they worked, the union between sapient life and the machinery they had created which in turn could help sustain that life. As an engineer he’d always be first to respond to technical problems on medical equipment; you knew you were doing something that could later help save someone’s life. He’d even thought of being a doctor or nurse once, until he’d learnt that he often felt faint at the sight of blood.

Approaching the first person he saw that worked in sickbay he waved a friendly hello. “Hi, I’m Noah. I just arrived, apparently I need to do a medical check in?”