Merry, merry...

[linnis_paris]

::shoves another inventoried med tray back into its proper place, moving on to next

Comments

[lieutenantkim]

::checks chronometer, frowning in annoyance::

::looked in mess, looked in Delta Flyer, looked in observation lounge::

::no Linnis::

::plows through sickbay doors as soon as they open, giving cursory glance to sole occupied biobed before finding the missing::

Lin.

[linnis_paris]

::jumps, very nearly dropping tray::

::blows out a breath, turning to check on Secorro::

Quiet, Harry.

[lieutenantkim]

Isn't it about time she came around anyhow?

::shrugs before reprimand can be given, stepping further into room::

I'm sure she appreciates your company, but couldn't someone else be just as good at the job?

You went out for snacks-

[linnis_paris]

Those.

Yes...well, I checked in the mess and didn't see anything I thought we would want, so I was going to go replicate something...but then I wanted to come check on something for a minute...