Requiring little to no sleep was a handy quality for a doctor, because it meant that Mica was almost always available when her crew needed her. It also meant that she was wide awake when the bridge call reached her in the sick bay - the sterile, meticulously organized space where she spent most of her time. She probably wouldn't be needed on the bridge strictly speaking, but a crew call did mean<i>the whole crew, </i>and besides, it would be a good opportunity to bother everyone about hydration (excluding those members of the crew who were already essentially liquid). She had been busy updating her notes on her touch-pad, but that could be finished later, when the ship was quiet again. She took off her white lab coat and hung it up. Underneath it, she wore a pair of stretchy black trousers, small flexible black shoes that wrapped around her feet like bandages and made no sound on the metal grate floors when she walked, a tan ribbed tank top that had seen better days, and a pair of black suspenders. If it wasn't for her long-limbed, spindly appearance and the startled wideness of her eyes, she might have looked completely human. Flat chested and skinny, but human.<br/><br/>She ran her prosthetic left hand over her short-buzzed dark hair, double checked the cabinets with a quick glance to make sure all of the more potent medications were locked up tight, and then slipped out into the corridor on quiet feet. When she arrived at the bridge, conversation was already underway, and the tension in the room was palpable. Madame Annika was holding court, as usual, and Mica lingered in the doorway to listen. The last thing she wanted to do was disrupt. By nature, Mica was quiet and subservient, preferring to simply be helpful where she could. It was only in emergency medical situations that she ever raised her voice or gave direct commands. In times like this, she tended toward quiet and patience. She glanced around the room, quickly assessing each of her precious charges. Only Pierre was absent, which was expected at this time of day. He was probably busy.<br/><br/>When Kira, the other silent party on the room, briefly met her gaze, Mica gave her a quick deferential nod and then looked down at her shoes. It put her in an interesting position to be the only person on the crew with no real military or combat experience, and she existed in a state of constant awe at the strength and presence of the women surrounding her, and the fact that they trusted her with their lives.<br/><br/>She registered the gravity of their situation as Annika finished speaking, she sat down in one of the small "crash seats" embedded in the wall of the bridge, so that if things started to go flying, she wouldn't be one of them.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/bucket-jpg.96476/" title="Bucket.jpg">
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