M’Nalie had scheduled appointment with the doctor . But the doctor she wanted to see specifically had left the ship. The regular staff were a rather uncomfortable lot to think about. She didn’t like gossip, or gossipers but the stories of infighting, overblown ego’s clashing and of course the fact that at least one doctor was a bit of a monster as far as scuttlebutt was concerned made her and almost every other crewman avoid sickbay as much as was possible.
So she would start by talking to a nurse she decided as she dropped to all four to pass the door into sickbay. “Excuse me but I should like to consult a professional about some changes I may need to make in lifestyle to ensure the best possible results in ensuring the health of as yet theoretical offspring.”, She said as she rose back to her full 7‘3” height. it was a fairly embarrassing subject for M’Nalie as her clan were fairly adverse to admitting weaknesses or of admitting that they feared anything. M’Nalie had seem more medical personel since joining Starfleet than she had met in her entire life up to that point. So she had spent the last 2 hours doing yoga like streaching excercises and meditating to remain calm. Even with that she had chewed a soothing herb on her way to sickbay. It didn’t help that she was in private a fairly devout follower of her clans ancestor based religion one of who’s tenets was to be self sufficent in all things. She believed in it. But she knew it caused her clan many problems. But M’Nalie didn’t dwell on that much as philisphical constructs gave her a headache. The same reason she wasn’t a strong warp systems type specialists. She was a doer not a thinker when all is said and done.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.