Brady was about to respond when their discussion was interrupted by the klaxon blare. The ship had gone to yellow alert. It was followed by an automated message.<br/><br/>=/\= All available medical personnel to your designated points. =/\=<br/><br/>Brady looked at Cerise and smiled. "I guess that's us, huh?" Now, not really caring about modesty, Brady pulled off his shirt he just put on and tossed it on the bed. He leaped over to the set of drawers and opened one, pulling out his uniform top and pants. He quickly dressed, grabbing his communicator pin. Brady slapped it onto his chest and the two headed for sickbay.<br/><br/><em>continued in sickbay</em>