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“Enter,” Eric said, standing up from his seat, heading towards the entrance.

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO

The door to the entrance of the quarters slid open to reveal the form of Emmy, with a medkit tucked neatly under her arm. She didn’t wait to exchange pleasantries before striding into the guest quarters, straight for a nearby table, where she set down the medkit and popped it open to reveal the medical tricorder. In silence, she took out the instrument and then made her way to Holmman with a raised eyebrow, waiting for confirmation that he had consented to the scan.

Davis, CO

OOC: She wouldn’t know that he had just done the scan, hence I’m sticking with this. :)

“Go ahead,” Eric said in resignation, sitting down at a nearby chair. “But…”

He gestured with his right hand at the nearby opened medical kit. “I just tried it myself. Found nothing. Unless I had a defective tricorder or someone knows how to hack into the medical scan results…”. Eric shook his head.

“Any news from your end?” he asked while Davis completed her scan. “I couldn’t find any records of connections between me and Ensign Pey. I was wondering who she had been in contact with over the past 24 hours…”

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO

The scan results came back on Davis’ tricorder. Her results were similar but different. In addition to the results and slight dehydration, it was found that Holmman also had trace amounts of Benzodiazepines in his blood stream as well.

GM Wombat

Hilo slipped in behind the captain and stood against the wall near the door, arms crossed and observing patiently. He craned his neck slightly as the readings came in, making a futile attempt to read them over Davis’ shoulder from across the room.

(Lt. Cmdr. Hilo, Counselor)

Eric looked over to see the latest arrival. “Counselor,” he said, waiting for the results from the Captain.

(OOC: Sorry for the one-liner post today :( )

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO