Ensign Noemi Lim - What'cha doing?

[Ensign Noemi Lim]

((Sickbay offices, USS Eagle))

Noemi hid a yawn as she sat up in her chair and stretched, popping her back. With a huff she scowled down at the data she had been going over for the past hour. Understandably people were more than a bit freaked out about what had happened and, at the moment, they didn’t have much to calm them. The one silver lining was the people who had come in for scans after the fact showed no change from prior readings, so the effects of the nebula on them were not permanent.

She was kicking herself for not having more people get brain scans before they left the nebula, or at least right after. Her own scan, that she had thankfully remembered to take before they left,  showed lower frequencies than normal in the areas of her brain that correlated to her empathy and telepathy and higher frequencies than normal in her emotional centers. Everything had returned to normal a few days later. 

Teila, the Romulan woman they had rescued, actually had higher brain frequencies in certain areas than normal for an unconscious person. She would have expected delta frequencies but she had seen alpha and even beta frequencies. Those frequencies should only have appeared if Teila was actually alert and thinking which by every other standard she was not. Like her own brain waves, Teila’s had returned to what the computer informed her were normal frequencies for a Romulan a few days after they had left the Nebula.

All very interesting, though they needed more to do anything with it.

She saved her work to a portable drive, stood up and poked her head into the main part of sickbay.

Lim: I’m going to run some things by Science.  When Elor comes by can you let him know where I went?

She waved to her shift mates and left Sickbay to make her way down to the science labs.

((SOS Lab, Deck 10, USS Eagle))

The doors to the main lab opened with a hiss revealing Drex at one of the consoles who hadn’t looked up when the door opened. She glanced around, uncertain if there was someone else who was free to help with her questions since Drex was reading as busy and found no one else around. 

Well she wasn’t the kind of person to allow the potential awkwardness to stop her from getting her work done. Drex was always free to direct her elsewhere if he really didn’t want to work with her..

Lim: What are you doing?

Drex finally turned and looked at her standing just inside the doorway.

Drex: Reading through the sensor data we collected while we were there, along with the preliminary reports from those who’ve already started analyzing the nebula. Just trying to piece together what we actually know.

Lim: Ah that’s actually what I was coming here to ask about. Do you want any help going over nebula things? 

Drex: No... I was just... ::he exhales, trying to find the words:: I mean…yeah. Any help would be... helpful. 

Noemi perked up at his response and moved toward his console. Maybe he was finally getting used to her.

Lim: I’ve got the brain scans we’ve collected of those that were affected. 

She held up her drive in indication.

Drex: Response

Lim: Good news is everyone’s scans now match the records we have. The bad news is we don’t have enough scans from when we were in the nebula so it’s hard to know how everyone was affected.

Drex: Response

The door to the lab hissed behind them and Noemi turned to see who entered.

Lim: Ah hello?

Drex/Anyone: Response

Tag/TBC

Noemi Lim

Ensign

USS Eagle

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