"When you are right, you are right, captain" Sona shrugged. "I don't<b>need</b>my patients asleep when opening them, what passes for an operating table here has straps to tie them in, or I could always request the help of someone strong and ruthless" she grinned as it was like the talk had summoned someone that met expectations. "Hello Donovan" she greeted back. "But none of us<b>want</b>that, bloodcurdling screams tend to be a pretty bad hit for the morale, or so I heard" she finished. Despite her attitude and past endeavors, Sonakshi liked her job, specially in the good days when she managed to save someone. Do no harm counted pretty high on her priorities, and even if she knew that sometimes it couldn't be avoided, having the proper anesthetics and painkillers was important for her.<br/><br/>"I'll do, captain" Sona nodded, no bullshit on a direct order like that, specially if it made sense. Normally one wouldn't have trouble with a supply run, but depending on the port certain substances were only sold by unsavory characters that were prone to violence. Iona really didn't have to massage her ego, but it still felt good hearing good things about both her competence and the need of it. "That was the prettiest thing I've heard in a long while, captain, you'll make me blush" she joked. "I haven't been on the station, so I don't know how it looks. If it's a civilized place, Thomirys should do" she gestured to the lean woman, capable enough to carry the supplies back with her.<br/><br/>"But if they are a bunch of sheep shagging space rednecks prone to trouble, I guess that I could make use of our first mate" she added, looking at Donovan. "I'm afraid that's your call, captain" Sona said honestly, not just wanting to defer or get the decision out of her hands, but because Iona knew what to do in those situations.