The two hours after her escape pod arrived on the<em>Kidd</em>were hectic for Sarah, as she made damn sure that she would not be losing any of her patients due to the strain of the earlier acceleration or other complications. At least she had a properly stocked infirmary and other trained medical personnel to work with this time.<br/><br/>Then when all her patients were stable she got caught up in a DDX session between a couple of the ship’s doctors—it was unrelated to the recent battle, but mysterious illness had been her bread and butter back at Mass General and she had not been able to resist butting in. Finally Warren found her and ordered her to take a break (though thankfully not until after Sarah had worked out that the “illness” was actually an addiction to huffing dilute FTL catalyst of all things).<br/><br/>Sarah had tried to use a shower after that, but was rebuffed by a young fleet officer who had claimed the “invading grunts” were not allowed to foul up the ship’s facilities. The medic did not look too dirty—she had kept herself clean enough to work with patients, so as not cause any infections—but after all the stress and rushing about she felt like a sweaty mess.<br/><br/>In the galley with her fellow soldiers Sarah was mostly quiet—she was still feeling a bit overwhelmed, and would probably burst into tears as soon as she had any privacy. But maybe that would be good for her, tears released stress hormones after all. Of everything that had happened, leaving Smith and Cox behind weighed most heavily on her. Also, nearly being killed by orcs twice was disturbing, even granted that everyone else around her had probably had more close calls. She did not feel as badly about the one orc she had killed—demonizing enemies was not a good habit to get into, but those creatures sure made it easy to not give a shit about them.<br/><br/>When Church and Benko brought some water, Sarah recalled her earlier desire to clean up. The medic was a bit surprised to see some of those around her getting naked.<em>Fuck it. This is as close as I’m going to get to a shower for now.</em>Sarah got some body wash out of her supplies, grabbed a towel, and removed her clothes. She could not help but blush given how many of those around her were openly staring. The young doctor exercised, but not enough to have much obvious muscle about her—she was softly feminine and her skin was pale. Her long, dark hair was finally free of its pony tail and fell down her back. Her large breasts were topped by brownish nipples, and her narrow waist gave way to curvy hips and shapely legs. And given that she kept herself hairless down below nothing was hidden from view.<br/><br/><em>Might be embarrassing for me, but I suppose this could be improving morale for some,</em>she thought wryly. Sarah was glad to take Church up on his earlier offer to cut in line with a quick thank you, getting some water on herself so she could wash up with quick efficiency. Casual attitude toward sexuality or not, the medic still felt a bit self-conscious in this unusual situation.