<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Libby_McAdams-header.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ensign Libby McAdams (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Libby_McAdams)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holodeck<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>early afternoon<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Enan, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After allowing Enan to help her to her feet again, she checked the bruise on her arm. When he inquired about it, she gave him a smirk.<strong> “No, I owe that one to our friends the Klingon…” </strong>She then rubbed the pained spot on her rump where she had fallen on.<strong>“The one on my butt though is all your fault.”</strong>Her smirk turned back to a defiant grin. She pushed her finger onto the blueish-purple bruise and grimaced.<strong> “I should probably have the doc take a look at that. And the one on my backside as well.” </strong>She wiped the sweat off her brow and moved to the exit.<br/><br/><strong>“You can join me if you want, we can compare battle scars.”</strong>Libby’s tone wouldn’t really allow Enan to figure out if she was kidding or serious, but she did proceed towards the sick-bay and she held the turbo-lift long enough for Enan to join her. This would be her first real visit to the ships infirmary. She had been there before of course. During orientation, she had seen every section of the ship, and she had been posted near sickbay on guard duty a couple of times. But apart from one standard check-up, she hadn’t really needed the doctors help yet.