<div class="floatleft">(http://pthumb.lisimg.com/image/9402185/280full.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rae Integra Bellemoore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12117826#msg12117826)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Medical Lab<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>April 1, 2110; 10am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicky<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black skirt (http://images.express.com/is/image/expressfashion/new_93_773_6828_058_f75?cache=on&wid=1280&fmt=jpeg&qlt=70%2C1&resmode=sharp2&op_usm=1%2C1%2C5%2C0&fit=fit%2C1), Maroon blouse (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6768006/il_570xN.340499837.jpg), Miniboots (http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1dBg.HVXXXXXdXpXXq6xXFXXXD/Women-s-Concealed-Wedge-High-Top-SneakersTrainers-Fashion-high-heel-sneakers-Women-s-Formal-Wedge-Hidden.jpg), Super braid (http://img.allw.mn/content/hair/2012/01/1_simple-braid.jpg)<br/><hr/>Doctor Bellemoore.<br/><br/>It almost hadn't been enough to catch her attention since it was something so rarely used. It was really the combination of her last name, and the sound of boots clicking against the ground – and a voice that wasn't her own – that gathered her attention more than the name. “H-huh?” She questioned, looking back at Nicky. “Doc.. O.. Oh! Me!” She snickered, nodding and motioning for her to come on in. The room was prepared for their little morning activity. “Rae is fine, Nicky.” She pointed out; hadn't she told the blond that before? Maybe. Who knew. It didn't much matter at this point, but being called a doctor... well it made her feel older then she really was. And it was always so formal. It was a title she preferred to hold for official business, and even then only when absolutely needed.<br/><br/>“It's been a very quiet morning actually,” She commented, patting the table, off center of the room. “I was just getting ready for you actually. Well come on, have a seat and lets get the basic stuff out of the way shall we?”<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Nicky, Rae wasn't about to pass up an opportunity for a routine check up. Sure it was mandated that every member of the squad had to do it routinely, but if Rae had you she was going to check up on everything just to be sure. It just didn't add enough time to the appointments to justify not doing them. She pulled out two small devices and secured them to the sides of Nicky's head, one on each temple and turned them on – they started transmitting basic data to the pad she had assigned them too, taking her vitals and recording other basic information for Rae to take a look at and put into the file. “How about you Nicky? How are you feeling today... And since the last time you were in here.”<br/><br/>“Oh!” She exclaimed, suddenly, grinning. “Did you hear about the new interviews? Three of them. Peter's supposed to be meeting with them this afternoon. Isn't that exciting? Do you know anything about them?” She questioned, rapid fire, giddy with the prospect of the squad finally starting to fill out – it had, admittedly, be a little more boring then what she had anticipated when she signed on.