Adjusting the bag yet again, Faye was starting to think she’d need a massage for her shoulder after lugging her stupid bag around the ship with her. Hopefully her quarters would be ready after this so she could at least stow it somewhere appropriate. She wasn’t prepared to leave it somewhere random though, so for now, it was glued to her for the bulk of the day.

Stepping through the doors into the medical bay, the teal-haired scientist noted that she didn’t feel any anxiety about the space the way she might have a few years ago. though, that might change once she talked with someone and they had even a glimpse at her medical history. At least she had already re-stocked her meds on the way over, so that part wasn’t a concern.

Faye reached out and gently stopped someone. “Uh, hi. Do you know if anyone if free to do a physical?”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist