<div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div>Nerys looked up from the electronic reader in her hand when people actually started to talk. Like a lot of specialists she had a lot to learn and not a lot of time to learn it in. Basic would be hard enough with all the physical demands it would put on her, learning everything else she would need to know as a medic on top of it meant she didn't think sleep would be likely for the next few weeks. She'd decided to get a head start on some of the reading, Basic Field Triage in this case, on their way to Camp Heilein.<br/><br/>Still her parents had taught her better than to be rude, "I'm Nerys," she said when there was a silent moment. "For better or worse, it looks like I'm going to be the medic for our little group," she volunteered and then glanced around to see if anyone else was going to interject that they were a medic also.<br/><br/>Her ultimate goal was actually to be a Trauma Surgeon which was part of why she'd enlisted. A few years enlisted and the UNSF would pay for medical school and her experiences as a medic, especially in a war zone, would be invaluable both in terms of actual experience, and how it would look padding her resume. Not an entirely altruistic reason for signing on the dotted line, but she figured her goal was altruistic enough that the means of reaching it didn't necessarily have to be anything more than practical.