Ianthe received Toi's page just as she reached the mess hall door, and promptly gave her wrist-comp an incredulous look.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"A medical examination,"</span>she muttered, with the mic off.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"> "In the engine room."</span>But,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Whatever,"</span>she decided, opened the mic, and answered with a terse,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"On my way."</span><br/><br/>She passed a few escape pods and the ship's small arms locker between the mess hall and her destination, and made some quick notes on her wrist-comp of their locations and visible conditon. The interior compartments were every bit as well-worn as the ship looked from the outside, but while the paint was faded and scuffed, and the occasional missing panel revealed the wiring and conduits behind the bulkheads, someone had done at respectable job of clearing away most of the dust and rust. By the time she reached the aft of the ship, she was persauded she hadn't climbed aboard a deathtrap.<br/><br/>She was pulling her hair back from her face and tying it into a loose ponytail as she stepped into engineering. Spotting Toi and Neymi near the engine, she gave a quick smile, and a wave, and made to join then.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"What's this about a medical exam, now?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>