Casela walked into sickbay. She’d had to go to the lounge with the RTF team before she could come. She had to make sure that the team didn’t indulge too much. As soon as she knew they were settled and that Manhattan was staying, she left. Her ribs where killing her. And it was beyond her ability to repair herself. Doc Fey was going to make a report. Casela groaned and moved toward a biobed. This assignment couldn’t possibly get any worse.

OOC: I love how this is two days after arriving and we are like a month IC time. LOL
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/RTF