Lt JG Tess Evinrude - Please Don't Pet the Service Animal

[Tess Evinrude]

((Turbolift near Stellar Cartography, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Evinrude: Deck ten, sickbay. ::He turned to Wren once the lift started moving.:: The life of a goldshirt, eh? A never-ending to do list. ::A beat.:: What made you choose engineering, Delphina?

Wren: ::rubbing at her temples:: Hm? Oh, I just…. It’s sort of hard to explain, but a lot of my life, I’ve just found that machines make more sense to me than anything else. I…sometimes have problems with my telepathy, and it makes it hard for me to focus on people. But when I work with my hands, I can kind of push all that aside, and just focus on fixing the problem in front of me. It’s like my mind is scattered all over the place, but I can collect myself again by putting something else back together.

There was a fair amount of telepathic power amongst the Ronin's crew complement, and it seemed that ratio was increasing with many of the newcomers. Tess smiled at her response.

Evinrude: Oh, I see. And has the Ronin been what you expected?

Wren: ::earnestly:: I love it here. I never would have imagined having the honor of working on an Akira-class ship. They didn’t actually teach us much about these back at the academy because they’re not used as often. ::running her hand along the wall to feel the vibrations of the lift moving:: It has good bones, and the crew’s wonderful. Everyone’s been very kind to me. Honestly, despite everything that happened a few days ago, I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.

((Scene Change - Sickbay Complex, Deck 10 - USS Ronin))

Wren's glowing review of the ship he called home broadened his smile. He had every intention of asking her to elaborate, but when the lift doors opened, something about her demeanor changed noticeably. He wondered if she had started to feel worse or, given the new knowledge of her abilities, if perhaps she was struggling to compartmentalize.

Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to Shortrith. Could you join us for a moment in the medical wing? We need to...check something out here, and I'd like to hear more about what's going on in your office. =/\=

Shortrith: =/\= On my way. =/\=

Tess moved out of the turbolift doorway, staying close should Wren stumble, but the officer seemed to be collecting herself again.

Wren: :: trying to hide how much she doesn’t want to hear it and just doing a pretty bad job of it:: Maybe we should check their systems first? They can’t run any medical scans if their system isn’t-

Evinrude: ::Gently.:: Ensign, you just suffered a shock serious enough to cause a muscle spasm. You're probably just fine, but a quick check won't take long. ::He smiled and extended an arm towards sickbay proper, in an "after you" gesture.::

Shortrith/Any medical staff: Response

The lieutenant's eyes narrowed slightly at the delay. He was aware that Ensign Wren appeared uninjured, but he was still worried for someone who had been hurt while part of his work team. It took him a moment to notice that Remy had scrambled off of the ensign's shoulder, and was currently bobbing back and forth on his back four legs, waving his front two almost frantically.

oO Is the little bot...dancing? Oo

Wren: Remy? What are you doing? You hate this….. ::to Tess:: He really does, he never does this on his own. I stopped asking him to do it ages ago.

Shortrith: Could it be part of the computer system issue?

Evinrude: Unlikely, his core programming is foreign to the Ronin. ::He took a step forward.:: Ensign, does Remy have any basic medical diagnostic capability? I think he's...trying to get the attention of medical staff.

Sickbay was unusually busy. Perhaps the little bot didn't want to wait?

Any medical staff: Response

Wren: Well….. I guess that I can check in on him later. Let’s take a look at the systems in here.

Tess started to protest, but Remy scrambled down off of Ensign Wren and moved rapidly towards a blue-uniformed medical officer.

Remy: ::hurrying over to the medical staff member, resuming his dance::

Shortrith: May I rant about technology? And what happened?

The counselor was clearly eager to relay their experience, but something wasn't right here. He kept calm, but Tess was starting to grow worried that either 1) the little bot was going to go haywire in medical, or 2) it was trying to get the attention of medical staff because it had detected something human senses couldn't.

Evinrude: I'm sorry Counselor, I don't mean to be rude but... ::His void trailed off as he stepped around a group of officers in pursuit of Ensign Wren, but Shortrith followed and began to recount their system glitches.::

Any medical staff: Response

Shortrith: Pretty much my replicator wasn't creating anything when I asked it to, even when I… um… hit it. Not to mention my files from today deleted or corrupted, completely unprompted.

Wren/Any medical staff: Response

Evinrude: ::To Shorthrith.:: You hit it? ::Then back to Wren.:: Ensign. Ensign! Please, come sit down. ::Neutrally, but firmly.:: That is an order.

It wasn't often at all that Evinrude pulled rank. It at least seemed to get Wren's attention, just as Remy managed to finally attract the attention of a nurse. Once the ensign had returned to them, he turned to Shortrith.

Wren: Response

Evinrude: ::With a smile and a nod directed at Wren.:: Sorry, Counselor. You said...that your notes are missing? How much did you lose?

Shortrith: It was only today, and I have all the other days' notes on a backup drive.

A blue-uniformed officer approached Wren and her escorts, interrupting their conversation.

Any medical staff: Response

Renaie sighed, shaking their head.

Shortrith: Not that I'm aware of.

He nodded in agreement at the counselor.

Evinrude: It was a damaged EPS conduit on this deck, near Stellar Cartography. I also didn't notice any physical injury, but it was a nasty shock that actually caused our intrepid ensign here to slam up against the wall. ::He straightened a little.:: I should have assessed the damage more thoroughly before allowing her to reach inside.

Wren/Shortrith/Any medical staff: Response

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant J.G. Tess Evinrude

[he/him]

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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