Place: Space Agency Mission Control<br/>Date: Jan 15th, 2116<br/>Time: 8:10 a.m.<br/><br/>“The rest of the crew has shown up,” Shawn remarked in passing while Dr. T pretended to look over the machinist’s file. It was all in an effort to make her uncomfortable for his own research and notes. All taken mentally and with a few seemly random sketches on the side of one of the pages. For what might have felt like several long, drawn out moments, that was all he did before he closed the file and looked up at her with a warm and possibly too friendly of a smile.<br/><br/>“Reach down and touch your toes for me please and make sure that you do not bend your knees,” the remark made with a nod as he strode over to the window to look out at the world below. It was all synthetic, even the view. The window no more than a screen with a holographic image that would give the illusion of what the world could look like if things had been better. Perhaps, how the world would look like if they were to succeed on the new planet.  “Now,” without looking back to her. “Touch your nose with just your index finger of each hand, alternating between the two. Then I want to hop up on to the exam table and start saying your ABCs backwards.”<br/><br/>All a bunch of ridiculous notions that had not real medical baring, but for him it was a matter of checking on her mental facilities. An annoying game of how much can she take before she loses her cool. “Shawn!” the nurse summoned in a very rude tone. Though the man seemed to not mind it as he showed up with the glass of water Peter had requested.<br/><br/>“Yeah?”<br/><br/>“Again, same as before.”<br/><br/>“Alright.”<br/><br/>It was rather cryptic, though it was understood between both parties as they parted ways without much more.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Back out in the waiting room, Peter was given his water. The battered man was asked to follow him to the back to be seen immediately for his injuries. Then the commander was greeted and asked if she needed anything, while again ignoring Christopher.