PNPC LtJG Yesfir Meyers - Career Doctors. ::disgusted noises::

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Corridor - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))

((( OOC: All thoughts and opinion expressed by the character is, as ever, not the thoughts of the writer : D )))

Yesfir had been on her way to the beginning of her shift - still had just about 30 minutes until it started so she could get settled in properly before attending the change of hands-briefing - when she’d run across the new First Officer and Ensign Bancroft in the corridor. Yesfir sincerely hoped this XO would last longer than the previous two, this revolving door of command personnel was starting to pose a real problem for research progress on a ship-wide basis.

Munro: Lieutenant, wouldn't you agree that regular exercise is good for any Starfleet officer? 

Meyers was about to respond, when Ensign Bancroft interceded, and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Bancroft: ::pleasantly, to Munro:: Couldn’t agree more. In fact, there’s evidence it can reduce irritability and improve one’s understanding of social nuance. ::beat:: Though I suppose results may vary. ::casually:: you a runner, Lieutenant Meyers?

oO Ah. Oo

All Yesfir’s tentative positive impressions on Ensign Bancroft’s work ethic disappeared like morning dew before the sun. Evidently he was less interested in showcasing a cordial professionalism than he was with blatantly sucking up to the new command personnel and painting his department fellows in a poor light was not exempt from his tactics to do so.

She knew his type. They infested every medical department from here to the Gamma Quadrant - career climbers who saw their duties in a Sickbay as a means to garner respect and prestige - and the worst part was that it usually worked out for them.

Regardless, Yesfir had been posed a question, and she would respond as such.

Meyers: Just morning walks. Routine physical exercise, even something as simple as a walk, has significant health benefits: improved cardiovascular health, balancing blood sugar levels, increased sleep quality... Though I wouldn’t recommend overexherting oneself ::checks chronometer:: 28 minutes before the beginning of your shift.

Ava raised her eyebrows at Bancroft, then shrugged.

Munro: She has a point :: playfully :: Time management is important, Ensign. I doubt your patients want you dropping sweat all over them.

Bancroft: ::to Munro, mildly:: Point taken, ma’am. Though in my experience, patients tend to tolerate a little sweat – even prefer it – over that creeping unease they get when a doctor’s bedside manner registers just shy of algorithmic. ::glancing at the ceiling, polite and detached:: But of course, some find comfort in that kind of predictability.

Yesfir resisted the almost overwhelming instinct to chew the Ensign out in front of the First Officer. That was behaviour unbecoming of her.

Meyers: Every patient responds to their own kind of Doctor.

oO Some find incessant joking, gaslighting and treating their health as an unserious sidenote to the doctor’s own career extremely off-putting as well. Oo

But she didn’t say that! Ensign Yesfir Meyers probably would have, but Lieutenant Junior Grade Yesfir Meyers took that hollow pip very seriously. Regardless, the tension was felt palpably by the First Officer, as evidenced by her amused expression.

Munro: I'm going to leave you both to it :: to Bancroft :: Tomorrow morning, I'll send you the starting point. Bring your A game, I expect you to keep up. 

Bancroft: ::grinning to Munro, with a nod:: Wouldn’t miss it, Commander. I’ll be there bright-eyed and ready for another round of 'don't have a cardiac event in front of the XO.' ::glancing at an innocent support pillar:: And if I do start to fade, I’m sure something will manifest – perhaps from a malevolent vortex of antiseptic and judgment – to keep me on my toes.

oO Perhaps it’s a sense of professional ethics. That’d be a good look for you, Ensign. Oo

Meyers: Perhaps so.

Munro: :: to Meyers :: Make sure he gets a thorough examination, Lieutenant :: to Bancroft :: You can thank me later. 

Meyers nodded dutifully in response to the First Officer - who seemed to be treating this entire situation like a joke - but that was a secondary concern. A Lieutenant Commander could afford to do so, Yesfir could not. If she had any hope of getting promoted so she could take charge of Pharmacology, she needed to show a vast improvement in her ability to navigate the social side of her work as a Doctor.

Bancroft: ::to Munro’s retreating form, eyes boring into her back:: Thank you, Commander. ::to Meyers, tone neutral, wide, fake smile:: Lieutenant. I’ll be sure to arrive early for my examination – wouldn’t want to miss the... trademark efficiency, fluorescent ambiance, and that famous ‘pleasant-as-you-are’ bedside manner.

She only hoped her improvement on the bedside manner front would have to suffice, because there was no way in hell she was going to get along with this insufferable buffoon.

Meyers: ::rolls her eyes:: Refrain from your insincere attempts at flattery, Ensign, the XO is out of earshot and won’t hear them.

oO Career Doctors. UGH. Oo

End Scene for Yesfir Meyers

LtJG Yesfir Meyers

Pharmacologist

As simmed by

LT Tamio K’Wara

Operations Officer

USS Artemis-A
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