<div style="text-align: justify;">Place: Space Agency Mission Control<br/>Date: Jan 15th, 2116<br/>Time: 8:03 a.m.<br/><br/>Michelle would have loved to simply sit there and read, and be left alone for a while, but it seemed like it wasn't meant to be. Every time she managed to focus on her reading, something came up to distract the machinist. And at every time, her reaction was the same - an impatient sigh and then turning her attention back to what she had been previously doing. Michelle did stop reading, though, when someone came in walking with a slight, but noticeable, limp. She watched as the man walked to a chair and sat down, and took a moment to wonder what role he should be assigned with for the expedition, before turning her attention back to the material in her hands.<br/><br/>Once again, it wasn't meant to be. Just as Michelle was getting to an interesting part of her reading, she was interrupted yet again. And this time, there was no way to simply acknowledge it and go back to reading. This time, she would have to stop it for good and go see the doctor. Just great, Michelle thought to herself. Of all of the people present, she had to be the first one. Awesome. She would have loved to be the last, or at least not the first, so she would know what to expect. Oh, well, she would just have to hope the doctor wouldn't be a creep. Or worse, want to make small talk while he proceeded to her examination.<br/><br/>While she walked behind the man who had come to ask her to see the doctor, Michelle looked at the floor. It was, hopefully, an easy way to make it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in making small talk. And she had been asked to provide a clean bill of health when she had signed up for this stupid mission, no reason to have another doctor examine her now. Michelle could have told her current employers that she was just as healthy now as she had been a few weeks ago. Still, it came with the territory, so she would have to suck it up.<br/><br/>As soon as she saw the doctor, Michelle's mind screamed <span style="font-style: italic">'you've gotta be kidding me'</span>, but Michelle displayed no other reaction other than pursing her lips. After a sigh and closing her eyes for a minute, Michelle finally resumed her usual neutral behavior. "Good morning, Doctor", she greeted, her voice inexpressive. After another look at the man, Michelle completed, trying to make clear she wasn't willing to make too much small talk. "What should I do?", she asked, standing up in an almost military posture. There wasn't really a reason for that, as Michelle was a civilian. It was just an instinctive way of positioning herself, derived of her discomfort.</div>