The knock at the door drew Cal's attention away from the hungover half-sleep state.  Pushing off the wall she stumbled to the door, absently rubbing at the bandage on her shoulder.  It was more a graze than an actual bullet wound, having been caught between the shooter and his intended victim, but it still bothered her.  Tripping over her earlier discarded pillow she kicked at more out of habit than anger she moved into the living room/office and finally to the door. “Aye.  Well as can be Doc.”  Opening the door she gestured for Sarah Beth to come in.  “Since yer 'ere.  It's drivin' me mad!  Been shot a'for Doc and they never itched like this.  Take a peek will ya?”<br/><br/>Being a bit more awake and with someone else present her anger was quickly tucked away.  Few could get under her skin like her pa and his right hand Jericho. Nightmares had been keeping her from sleeping well lately so she'd taken to self medicating.  The empty bottle of dog vodka next to the couch testifying to just how.  Uncaring that she was naked, she collapsed onto the couch.  The Doc had seen her in worse states and nudity had never really seemed all that taboo to the Captain.<br/><br/>She wasn't what most would call an attractive woman.  At best she'd be considered average.  In appearance, height and in build, though some muscle did play under her tattooed skin as she moved.  Her small breasts and athletic build testifying to genetics as well as an active childhood.  Other than the ink and scars the only thing truly striking about her was the eyes.  Large and dark, so much so that it was difficult to tell where the iris ended and the pupil began.<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time Sarah Beth was invited into the cabin.  The living room/office was a bit of a mess, papers and books scattered about the room as usual.  Though there did seem to be an odd sort of system to it.  The couch was the only place free of the mess, a center of calm.   Through the doorway to the bedroom the blankets and sheets could be seen.  Her pillow peeking halfway out the door as though seeking escape.<br/><br/>“Might be getting' yer wish.  Seems there's business waiting on Persephone that would incline me to hurry along.  Not that the Docks are all that much better than bein' on a ship.  Least ways you can pace there 'stead of the corridors like some lost moonbrain.”