Stanley had heard the rumor. The entire ship had by now. The story of Joe Milligan. The man whose love of Irish whiskey and fighting existed in equal parts inside the man. The fellow who had, it was said in his record, punched a rather large green Orion male because he could. The Orion male it seemed had a friend with him and by the time the fighting was done most of the bar they were in was destroyed and none of the people fighting had fared much better. It was this kind of person who had been ambushed by a four-foot tall, little girl. Stanley had to smile thinking about it.

Entering sick bay, he immediately looked around for Cross or Hunter before approaching the little girl. Aside from seeing the ferocious beast which had taken down Joe he was more than anything wanting to interact with the little one. It was one of the things he had had extra training for from Star-Fleet.

Dr. Stanley Wong