(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>Ilya G. Faustin<br/><hr/><br/>Sam actually let a grin curl her lips hearing him stammer and ramble as much as she was. Laughing gently at both of them she turned slightly, her free arm sweeping toward the direction of the Infirmary, "I just got here myself and am now trying to cram a ships worth of medical files into my brain...so I'll forgive your rambling as long as you forgive mine."<br/><br/>She ignored the fact that he shook her hand with his gloves on. Some people would be offended or consider it rude, but she was just as tired as he was and it wasn't as if it was particularly polite of her to be juggling a bunch of files and trying to shake hands at the same time either.  She supposed a few lapses in manners, so long as they were deliberate acts of rudeness, could be overlooked.<br/><br/>"Why don't we get you to the Infirmary and get you checked out before we find our way up to the Briefing Room. Much as I don't want to give the CO reason to be pissed at me, I don't like the idea of one of my Officers dropping on the flight deck because they threw a clot either. I think pulling Doctor's prerogative this once will probably be all right."