(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/2b6d4b82-ee87-4cd8-acc5-78fce3d1386c_zps0804c722.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Samantha Jamieson<br/><strong>Location</strong>USS Georgetown<br/><strong>Addressing</strong>Any<br/><hr/><br/>Sam let a small sigh part her lips as she settled into a chair behind her desk in the infirmary.  In the corner behind her was her duffle, she hadn't even bothered trying to find her own room yet, but had headed straight for the one place that would be<em>hers</em>. Well, not entirely hers, she had no doubt that on a ship this large there must be at least one other Doctor, and she should have a few nurses, maybe a couple of techs - she prayed there was at least one scrub tech or scrub nurse for when trauma's happened, having to train people in aseptic surgical technique on the fly was a pain in the ass! - but mostly it would be hers.<br/><br/>On the desk before her was a stack of paperwork that proved it. She had stacks of medical files for every crewman on the ship, to familiarize herself with over the next few weeks. She would have<em>weeks</em>worth of reading even when she wasn't on duty, but when she was done she would know every allergy, every biomechanical or genetic enhancement, every childhood injury contained in all those stacks of paper.<br/><br/>And then she'd likely get another assignment. Just once she'd like an assignment long enough to actually get to know the<em>people</em>behind the paper.<br/><br/>Looking around the, state-of-the-art, infirmary she had to smile slightly and shook her head gently. Grabbing her duffle she slung it over her shoulder, grabbed the top 15 files off of the top of the stack on her desk. She might as well start reading while she hunted up her room. Flipping one folder open she started reading, glancing up only to read the signs that would guide her through the ship and counting on her uniform to keep people out of her way...and not realizing that she missed two turns and had made a large circle until she glanced up and realized she was passing the Infirmary once more!<br/><br/>Growling softly in the back of her throat, at her own foolishness, and began again...this time paying attention to where she was going.