<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb"><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015412#pid2015412">Doctor Sonakshi Khan</a></span><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship<br/>Tagged: The crew and lost souls<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>"Good call. On it" Sonakshi just nodded. She wasn't specially happy with the notion of being floating in space in a small ship with what could be a canister full of something that could have caused the sickness and finally the demise of the crew of that ship, but perhaps the person on the pod was clean and her job would be easy. Like hell, the job was never easy. Doctor Khan made a list of the things she'd need on a datapad, a process most clumsy with the suit on. What she was carrying was mostly things for emergency treatments, and even if she perhaps could manage to do some tests with what she had on her with Sonakshi's usual ghetto medicine style, she had the proper supplies in the Anne, so there was no reason to not do it properly.<br/><br/>She would also need some machinery so she could do a few scans on the person there. At least an echo to check her insides and a few scans more to check for internal injuries and the like. "I can handle them by myself though" she said to Iona before she vanished away. "There is no reason to risk having two people exposed" she said, knowing full well that unless the pod had some highly trained killer or otherwise enhanced murderer she would be able to handle a patient, sedated or not. It would hardly be the first time she got her hands on an unruly patient, specially when it required some emergency amputations.