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Approaching the CMO Daye cleared her throat. “I take it you are the new big dog around here,” she said with a smile. “I’m Natasha Daye. Welcome to the Saracen.”

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

He had taken a couple of steps into the disappointingly small room and turned as he heard footsteps behind him. He had briefly scanned the personnel files on the transport to Starbase 257, but personnel records were rarely representative of a persons reality. His certainly weren’t. He smiled warmly and extended his hand “Good morning, Doctor Daye, yes indeed, Doctor Nathaniel Harrison, a pleasure to be sure. I don’t stand on too much ceremony, come, sit, pull up a square inch”

He gestured to one of the two seats sitting before the sliver of replicated wood that laughingly called itself a desk, before taking a seat himself. He shuffled a little in the seat, once again realizing that he clearly wouldn’t be spending too much time in this office.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said taking a seat. Giving him a smile, Daye decided to test out how the humor level of the new CMO. “Yes but you don’t have to walk ten feet to the replicator for a cup of coffee,” Daye laughed. “You can just sit in your chair and leeeeeeannnnn baaaackk,” she said as she extended a hand to the opening of the replicator. =/\= Computer give me eight ounces of coffee in a 24-ounce travel mug with cream and sugar=/\=. As the replicator made the drink, Natasha balanced it in a strange like yoga way back so that she was now sitting back upright with a drink in her hand.

“Try that with square feet,” she winked at him taking a sip of coffee.

He chuckled softly, “I do appreciate an optimist, Doctor. I doubt I’ll be spending too much time in here anyway. I have a heavy research schedule that usually keeps me in the lab most of the day beyond rounds and I tend to catch up with my administrative duties when I’m eating or off duty. It’s one of the reasons I make a point to always go to the mess hall for meals.”

He focused on Daye again, his smile returning. His voice contained no particular accent. It could best be described as lightly musical, or lilting “so, Doctor, assume i’m an idiot and give me a brief rundown of ship, crew and sickbay”

Doctor Nathaniel Harrison (CMO)

“Do you want the polite officer version or the NCO version? NCO’s know more about a ship than officer’s ever do unless you get in with them on the ground floor.” Natasha waited for his reply. She could answer the way he needed and his reply would tell her oodles about the man in front of her.

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

He leaned back in his chair… or attempted to before hitting the replicator and being knocked forward again. With a sniff of frustration, he stood up and gestured out the door “Why not take a stroll with me, before I get a reprimand in my file for misuse of a photon grenade.” Stepping out of sickbay entirely, given that he’d not found the time to really walk the generic Starfleet corridors of the Saracen yet, he set a meandering and unhurried pace before picking up their conversation again. “The officers version I can get from reports and personnel files. I want the boots on the ground copy. I want to know who is a useful research staffer, who is cool under fire, who has the best hands for surgical theater, who is a detriment to the team. Who are the troublemakers on the crew? Does the Captain evade his physicals like the plague? What are the most common cases that crop up? I want to hear it all..”

Doctor Nathaniel Harrison (CMO)