Finding her way from Security to Sickbay was easy enough, but Ashlyn didn’t care for easy. Since she had time, first chance she got she asked a passing engineer for permission to enter the Jeffereies Tubes to make her way to her next appointment. The engineer had a rather confused expression as she explained her chosen route, unfortunately this didn’t convince the engineer. “Sorry kid, until someone higher up the chain says you have permission to go it alone, you’ll need an escort in there and I can’t afford the time to be one.” Ashlyn made ready a retort that fell silent. They were right, she didn’t really have sufficient permission for entering the potentially more restricted areas in the event she got lost, so she relented and moved on to the turbolift.

Turbolifts are terrifying things, the engineering behind them is sound and accidents are few and far between, but that doesn’t stop them from happening. When they do, the lift becomes a sealed coffin for those trapped inside. Okay, maybe it’s not the turbolift but the enclosed space with no visible exit that makes Ashlyn nervous, more so when others are present and she has to put on the mask to hide her discomfort. “Deck 4”

Glad to be off the turbolift, Ashlyn finds her way though the corridor to Sickbay, earlier than planned. She had planned on the Jefferies Tubes, oh well, better luck next time. She entered sickbay and started looking for the doctor.