Frustration was written all over Jin’Lor Venneroe’s face as he dragged Jeane along toward medical upon the USS Leviathan. They had recently arrived and were told to head to this way, which Jin did not mind much at all. Jeane, on the other hand, wanted to fight visiting doctors as much as possible. It was not his choice, but a requirement, thus the need to go there even if he had to drag the sixteen year old.

“I don’t want to, dad…” Jeane murmured.

Snorting, Jin continued to pull him along. “You’ve got to. It’s protocol.” He explained.

Upon entering medical, he offered a wave toward the medical officer. He silently hoped Jeane would not fight them.