<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0908 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Doctor Nuress' smile cracked a bit at Nadami's insistence that he be in sickbay.  "Perhaps you misunderstood Starfleet's orders.  You're under my orders and are here at my discretion for the duration of this trip.  If you insist on being in sickbay for your routine matters as opposed to an emergency locale, that is simply your choice and probably a waste of ship resources but I would expect nothing less from someone of your background," she replied with some innuendo.<br/><br/>Turning back to Wade, Nuress nodded understandingly.  There was no sign that Wade's "bomb" bothered Nuress in the least.  In fact, it seemed to relieve her. With grim determination, Nuress replied, "I have no problem not leaving sickbay.  If I need anything, I know how to use a comm port, as does my team.  You seem competent, Commander Wade.  I will trust that you will do everything to effectuate the greatest amount of safety with the greatest amount of convenience."