<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Kara Gaius<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Janos, Ranna, Lily, Maho, Alroy, Erich<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Listening to Erich, Kara simply glared at him. This was one problem with dealing with Pilots; they thought they knew their bodies better than their doctors did. Int he privacy of her own mind, and only there, she'd admit that sometimes they did. She wouldn't say that out loud however! In truth, he might know his reactions to such things better than she did, after all he'd been through them before, and she was just taking over his case, that didn't stop her from being annoyed at having her professional judgement questioned (especially by the damned units Commander) in front of everyone. It meant she'd have to work two to three times as hard to get the other hard headed Mech jockeys to listen to a damned thing she told them.<br/><br/>The look she shot him, as he sat next to her, promised that the next time he had to be in her med bay, he'd<em>stay</em>knocked the hell out for his entire visit!<br/><br/>"No one<em>forgot</em>anything. You didn't have a meal selected because the drugs running through your system induce nausea and vomiting in combination with food. That would be why you also had fluid bags connected to your IV, bags that contained all the nutrients and calories your body needed for the healing it was trying to do. Since you obviously don't trust my professional judgement, however, do as you'd like...just don't come to me to fix it if/when there are consequences,"  she added before turning her attention back to the other conversations around the table.<br/><br/>She was going to have to find a way to work amicably, or at least civilly, with the Commander, but just then she was angry enough to consider jabbing him directly in his stitches herself and figured ignoring him was her best course of action for the moment. If he'd teased her, or disregarded her instructions in the med bay, she'd probably have been laughing at his comments, but, here, in front of everyone else, he'd made it clear she didn't have any authority over her own area of expertise and that was ground that was always hard to regain.<br/><br/>Only when it seemed the meal might be starting to break up did she look back at Erich and this time she kept her voice pitched low enough that only he would hear her comments, "It's hard enough riding herd on Mech Pilots when they're wounded; if you wanted to be a fool and take a third again as long to heal because you won't listen to me, that fine, it's your business, making it blatantly obvious that there's no need to listen to me (after all their Commander didn't) and making my job twice as hard by your actions, isn't appreciated."<br/><br/>Rising from the table to take care of her tray and dishes she smiled at everyone else warmly, "It's been, instructional, meeting everyone, I hope I have the time to get to know you all better once we've reached the Dropship." To Erich she added, "If that starts to get infected come see me, otherwise don't bother my med techs with it again. It's all yours to take care of now," she added, her voice clipped but professional, though anyone that had heard her cursing earlier might think there was something she wasn't saying and that that probably was a good thing!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they connected with the Dropship she was still fuming slightly over the dinner conversation. Oh she should have known better than to leave in the first place, damned Pilots were entirely too independent for their own health (especially the ones that hadn't gone and gotten themselves blwon up in their first five years) but she wasn't certain how to alleviate her annoyance, or mend the rift her own sharp words had likely caused with the Commander. They were going to have to work together at times, at the very least he'd need reports when one of his Pilots was injured, so she was going to have to get over the fact that she couldn't control everything...apparently even in her own med bay...and learn to deal with it.<br/><br/>Drawing a few deep breaths she decided she'd try talking to Erich later, after everyone had had some sleep, and see if she couldn't find some civil footing, and a means of holding her temper with the infuriating man.