Striding through the corridors with a confidence uncommon to someone wearing an ensign pip, Enina quickly found herself in front of the Saracen’s Sickbay. She didn’t precisely remember if her parents had served on a Pendragon-class ship during her childhood, but it hadn’t been difficult to find the correct deck and location. She watched the doors slide open smoothly and, tucking her chin-length hair behind her ears, wandered in.

Turning in a slow circle, Enina’s eyes flicked over the medical equipment around her. Admittedly, she hadn’t gotten to spend much time poking around this part of a ship during her upbringing. The plethora of medical staff around the clock made it difficult to infiltrate much past her normal childhood injuries and illnesses. Although, there was that one time she had managed to string them along for an extra few days after fracturing her femur and had figured out how to reprogram the biobeds to play “Danger Zone” when a patient’s heart rate dipped too low… she giggled lightly to herself at the thought and tossed her hair, mentally chastising herself. ‘You’re in Starfleet now, Enina, this is serious…’ Gulping back her fit of giggles and a proud smirk that no one had ever pinned that one on the little innocent CO’s daughter, she attempted a straight, professional face and looked around for someone to help her with her physical.

Enina Nox