<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Avery Natalia Kovalevsky-Richter, MD.</span><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/x_JustKathy_x/67763fda.jpg)<br/></td><td> "Yes, would you please direct me to doctor..." -- Avery glanced down at the slip of paper she was holding -- "...Kerrigan's office?" The young woman, a flight sergeant from the looks of her rank, pointed down the hall. Nodding her thanks, Avery headed that direction, her booted feet thunking against the linoleum floors. Ever since working on the base, she'd been issued a military standard uniform, and the boots were just part of the outfit. It was nice not having to think about what to wear every day, though. The dark colored jumpsuit (hers was a lovely navy hue) didn't exactly flatter her frame, but Avery found it comfortable, and the pockets more than useful. Presently, she'd just left the hospital after receiving task force orders, so she was still garbed in the crisp white lab coat she loved so much. complete with stethoscope and silver name plate reading <em>Dr. Avery Kovalevsky-Richter</em> above her left pocket.<br/><br/>Frowning, Avery squinted down the hall again, willing her memory to kick into gear. She'd met Sarah Kerrigan a month or so ago, during a yearly check-up. Lovely lady, killer figure. And extremely smart from what Avery could tell. Now all she had to to was remember what office was hers. Turning left at the corner end of the hall, she glanced down at the paper once more to search for a door number when Avery suddenly collided with a rather solid form. Letting out a little grunt, she stepped back, bright heterochromic eyes widening. A man about an inch shorter than herself, with fire pixie hair and glasses that seemed out-of-place on his outdoorsy features, stood half-way in a doorway; a respectable distance of someone not meaning to intrude. Her eyes flicked to the top edge of tattoo on his neck -- she wasn't sure what the intricate loops formed beneath the cover of clothing, but she guessed it had something to do with celtic lore.<br/><br/>"Oh! Excuse me," Avery apologized, "Didn't mean to barrel into you. But while you're here, any chance you know where..." -- her eyes flickered past the man in front of her, and she caught sight of a rather groggy looking female -- "Doctor Kerrigan!" A smile flashed across Avery's face and she lifted the paper in her hand high enough so that the other woman could see it. "Just got my orders this morning. I was hoping I'd catch you before you left to meet up with the Captain." Almost sheepishly, Avery ran a hand through her dark, unbound hair. "See, I haven't the slightest clue where they're meeting. I'm always cooped up in the ER, so I don't get out to explore much. I figured you'd have an idea as to where the place was, though." After a moment, Avery seemed to realize that the red-haired man was still standing by her.<br/><br/>"Oh! I'm sorry again!" Resisting the urge to smack her forehead, Avery placed a hand on his upper arm; she tended to touch people in some way whenever she felt like she was disrespecting them, "I didn't mean to interrupt!"<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>