"Lieutenant."  He greeted her once he managed to find her.  "Yeah, well, we'll see if I still consider myself lucky by the time all the poking and prodding has been done."  He exhaled.  "Well, it only makes sense, right?  Anyone who's immune to this wave of...I don't even know what to call it, anyone who's immune must have something different from those that aren't.  We need to find out what this is, or pretty soon half our crew will be too old to do anything, and the other half will be too young to, as well."<br/><br/>He looked around Sickbay.  "Come on, we need to get started immediately.  The sooner you, Osiel, and I can resolve this crisis, the sooner we can get back to doing what we're doing."  Exhaling, he looked to her.  "Where do we start?"