His contemplations on how to prepare for Kri’s visit were abruptly cut by Alfhild’s unmistakable booming voice calling out over the comm system. Her voice felt as though it rained over Fiske, his limp and rather unfit body slouching further and further into his desk the more her words explained the details of their ‘group training’. He croaked, hoping that they’d go easy on him. And by ‘train’, he hoped it would mean to ‘practise their strengths’, which in Fiske’s case, would be to perform his craft… Or to log roll. Fiske could do a mean log roll.<br/><br/>It was then that Isa stopped by, armed with cleaning products and a determined gesture to place the scrub in his hand. Oh, right.<br/><br/>After his battle in the bathroom to push the markings out with Isa’s sand scrub, Fiske stepped back into the room to hand the dignity-freeing instrument back… Before noticing the girl tentatively touch her shoulder. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he walked up to her and offered out his hand, the sand scrub tube in his palm. “Thanks, Isa… Did you happen to have a bit of back pain of some sort? Apparently we’re supposed to go train with the rest of the crew soon, so I wouldn’t want it to go unnoticed.” A shy yet caring smile tugged at his lip.<span style="font-style: italic">How did I not notice it sooner?</span>He thought, curious green eyes wondering how long she had been bothered by it, if something was indeed wrong.<br/><br/>Turning around, the deaf girl almost bumped into the doctor.<br/>~He noticed?~<br/>Startled, she scanned his lips for clues and she halted for a little while, gathering the fragments of what she could lipread. For a moment her usual calm and serious expression during work slipped, as hints of being flustered and a little pained flashed across her face. Her hands clutched the offered tube automatically as her mind reeled and she forgot to use sign language.<br/>"N..no, It's not back pain.. t's nothing serious..." a soft voice escaped her, breaking the moment of silence.<br/><br/>The doctor raised his eyebrows and both his hands up, waving them passively before signing. ‘No need to worry. Wondering if you’re okay. Alfhild’s group training that's going to start soon is hard on shoulders.’ He tried to be concise yet clear with what sign language he had learnt, aware that Isa wouldn’t of heard the announcement over the comm.<br/><br/>When the doctor switched to sign language, Isa realized that she had started to talk subconsciously. She shook her head, to stress her words. "My shoulders are fine." It was a white lie, the tool-mechanic was grateful for Fiske worrying about her. However admitting more liabilities might shake her already weak position among the crew. She knew that Kri was very open about his scars - but he was a fighter, a battle honed veteran. They had different positions.<br/>Then, she raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. ~Training?~<br/>She put the tube on the table, and signed to the doctor 'I have more. The scrub is for you.' then she showed a question mark ‘Training?’<br/><br/>“Ah, yes,” he stated at her question mark before scratching his face. ‘Captain wants us to meet - training room - said we’d become the training robot if we didn’t show up’. He drew a line across his neck with a finger, half jokingly and half anxiously. Just<span style="font-style: italic">thinking</span>about an angered Captain was enough to motivate him. 'Remember it’s my duty to help the crew out, so I’m always welcome for a checkup.’ Perhaps it wasn’t as serious as he’d anticipated, but his keen gaze was still slightly suspicious. Fiske soon smiled with a thankful nod as she placed the tube onto the table. He’d probably need it for another misadventure sooner rather than later anyway, the way he was going…<br/><br/>"Alright, lets go then..? Before we'e to late.." Isa tried to keep her facial muscles in check to not to look too relieved, because she caught a glance of suspicion in the doctors face. If Fiske ever found out what hid behind her<span style="font-style: italic">shoulder pain</span>, he would latch onto her injury to cure her. And she was also very sure that she did not like salves and other things that would<span style="font-style: italic">cure</span>her.. goosebumps sprung up on her underarms, as she followed the doctor outside, and she could not suppress a slight shudder of her body, thinking about it.<br/><br/>Fiske nodded, somewhat skeptical but willing to place it aside for now. Taking his leather side satchel, it contained a first aid kit that he’d normally bring to any other venture outside the ship - just in case. As the two of them made their way to their next meeting place and entered the room, he drew in a deep breath, lingering near the entrance. Who knew what was going to happen, especially after such a cruisey break? Upon looking around the daunting room filled with all sorts of fighting technologies that Fiske would rather watch from a distance than interact with, a nervous chuckle greeted his fellow crew mates. “Oh nei, Captain, what have you gotten us into?”