LCDR Aine Sherlock - Bent Not Broken

[Aine Sherlock]

(( Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Sherlock: Good. So, Mister Richards, should I show you to Sickbay? Get your medical out of the way so we can get you on the rotation?

Richards: I uhh… guess.

Nilsen: Have a great day sirs.

Ever suspicious, Aine gave Nilsen a look before slowly nodding. "Have a great day" could mean anything with the trouble makers Lower Deckers on this ship. She'd previously figured out what they were doing when she'd first arrived on the 'Oumuamua, but lucky for them, she hadn't caught any of them in the act...yet.

(( Corridor Outside the Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Richards: You know, what do you say to a quick lunch break? Maybe a quick round of chess?

Sherlock: Afraid of Doctors?

Aine shot the man a sly grin. She wasn't really one to talk as she avoided Sickbay at all costs and really didn't blame anyone else for doing the same.

Richards: Well if you check my records, it hasn’t really been all that long since my last three examinations.

Sherlock: I am. But, it is standard procedure to at least get checked out by the doc.

Richards sounded defeated as he let out a sigh. Again, she could absolutely sympathize. Her second to last check-up had revealed an abnormality that ended up putting her off-duty for a few weeks. It wasn't a great start to a new posting. But it was her own fault, too many head injuries without reporting them is going to catch up sooner rather than later.

Richards: Alright then.

Aine stopped in the middle of the corridor and looked up and down it to make sure no one was within earshot for she was about to do something she rarely let others see.

Sherlock: Look, I know it's a pain in the ass. If you promise me you'll get it done before the Butler pushes off, I'll let you take care of it in your own time. Deal?

Richards: response

Sherlock: Good. You're lucky you mentioned lunch. ::shrugging:: I'm always starving, so, I'll show you the most important part of the ship, where you'll probably spend a lot of time: The Writer's Room.

Richards: response

Sherlock: No. Although it feels like a library, it's the ship's lounge. They've got some secret stashes but oO There's always a but...Oo the bartender is a bit of a stickler and sets limits.

Richards: response

tags/TBC

LCDR Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security

U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler

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