(OOC: Moving this forward to sickbay, also I can’t spell for beans so…)

Nyman seemed a bit more active than usual. Tapping his fingers with impatience, as the medical team preformed their scans. They didn’t have much time until the ship reached the colony. And then what? Mavix seemed to have some objections. Could he really rely on her to follow through if they decided to go ahead with the information they had?

He looked over the doctor’s shoulder as they were viewing the readings in real time. All seemed normal to him, but he also didn’t specialize in neuroscience.

=^= Helm, what’s our estimated time until arrival the coordinates? =^=

=^= “Approximately 45 minutes, sir =^= they responded.

=^= Very good, thank you.=^=

|Lt. Cmdr. Nyman, XO|