[Private to T'Pol]

Do you have a minute? [Or like half an hour. :V]

[Open Infirmary Spam]

McCoy was utterly not in the mood to deal with other people's shit right now, but quasi unfortunately 1. he did technically have a job to do and 2. sitting around in his room wasn't really something he ever considered a good way to kill time unless it involved alcohol and he was still not all that keen on the idea after how much of it his counterpart had consumed in port, so obviously the answer to avoiding people was doing stuff in the infirmary. Considering how much everyone seemed to like to shout about how much they hated it in there, it actually probably wasn't the worst way to spend free time.

So he busied himself with taking inventory, reorganizing things, reading over some old medical journals he had saved on his PADD and generally doing a good job of looking busy and uninterested in interacting with other human beings for the moment.

Of course, that doesn't mean you can't bother him a little.

As interesting a history lesson as that flood was, I could've done without turning into a chain smoker. Anyone have any suggestions on how to get the smell out of stuff?

For any of you new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise and head of the infirmary here. We're kinda short staffed at the moment, so if there's anyone who wants to lend a hand, let me know and we'll try to work something out. Inmates'll need to get permission from their warden before they're allowed on staff.

Any new arrivals should come down to the infirmary whenever they're able for a medical exam. It takes five minutes, is no touch and the results are confidential. We use them to create a medical baseline in case something happens while you're on board.

[Private to Spock]

You've been awful quiet lately.

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright? [Dat flood man. :|]

[Private to Arya]

How're you doing, kid?