Blair thought on that for a few moments, then shrugged her shoulders for the fourth time. “Where the guns go, I go. Even though we don’t expect any trouble, only an idiot would send a small squad out without a medic to slap a band-aid on their arm should there be a firefight. I’ll be touching dirt just as long as the others are, then we’ll either get some R&R or detour else-where and start this up all over again.”<br/><br/>Really, she didn’t know how long to expect; a few days, a couple of weeks? She got antsy when she was in any one place for too long, and already the cabins to their ship were feeling restrictive and small. Like she was hiding in the air ducts all over again. Almost. Castor lifted her arms high over her head, and then slowly stretched them out to her sides, letting the muscles flex, tremble and shake like a cat’s would when rising from a nap. It gave her the illusion of a little more room, and settled her nagging thoughts for the time being. The crooked smile that never reached her eyes was back. “What about you, Doc. How long do you plan to reside on that little piece of curiosity? Are you a leaf on the wind, or have your superiors given you a time limit?”