<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Main Medical ward </strong></div><br/>Kris left the prisoner, her knuckles slightly bruised and specks of blood scattered across her left cheek.  Her lieutenant clearing his throat hands her a handkerchief and goes back to standing guard in front of the prisoners room.<br/><br/>"Thank you Lieutenant."  Wiping away the blood she switches the sound system back on and turns up the lights.  She was fairly certain that the captive knew nothing, but one could never be too sure.  And she wanted to have another go at her anyway.  She hummed slightly as she walked her way to the medical ward so that she could have her hand disinfected and wrapped; it wouldn't do to have her abrasions getting infected.<br/><br/>As soon as shew as done with this than she would get a crew of men to investigate the old chief of engineering's records, so that when she went to ask questions of the crew than she would have the proper information for the job.  She neared the main medical ward, stopping before the door to smooth out her uniform and than when the door opened she walked in, heading for the nearest nurse who instructed her to wait for someone to tend to her abrasions.