Ashlyn had arrived right behind Sharah and was waiting quietly for the Andorian Doctor a respectable amount of distance away so as to allow her Betazoid friend some privacy while she went through her check-ins. Unfortunately, the lack of others in the room didn’t help much for carrying voices and she did overhear a few things, nothing of importance though. She was concerned about the lack of sleep from the readings but otherwise was glad that she was in good health. Trenton tried to bury herself in her PaDD to continue reading over the Doctor’s information. Her own mind wandered, seeing the biobeds and wanting to vault over them in different ways to pass time and scratch that itch for parkour. The internal thoughts, dubbed the Conference of Trenton, were actively discussing the surfaces, access points, and equipment around the room as yet another obstacle to be leaped over, slid under, or otherwise bypassed in one of many ways to keep the momentum moving. She may look like she was being studious on that PaDD, but she was quite distracted. She’ll have to visit the holodeck later to run up Trenton Park later, she’ll need the time to get her head on straight.

When the doctors finished up with each other, Trenton readied herself with a casual neutral expression. The one she used for most anything professional related, the neutral mask was meant to hide as much of the tumultuous emotions in her head as possible. It helped that the Conference changed their focus of the conversation to details noticed about the doctor and his actions. The limp and the cane suggested an injury, but due to a lack of medical knowledge, Ashlyn couldn’t tell if it was new or old. She suspected old due to the practiced nature of his hands at the biobeds during Sharah’s Physical. “Good Morning Doctor, Ensign Ashlyn Trenton reporting for the onboarding physical.”

• Ensign Ashlyn Trenton
  Security, USS Europa