<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Main Medical Ward<br/></strong></div><br/>The sound of the ship wide alarm had Kris about ready to skip all this and go to her station, when she spotted Dr. Miller approaching. "Nope, no fighting, I was just finishing up an interrogation and wanted to get patched up before heading over for officer duties.  It's just a few abrasions and cuts on my fist, nothing too serious."  She could have just sprayed it with a disinfectant, but the last time she had opted to do that instead of getting it taken care of by professionals, she had managed to get it infected...somehow.<br/><br/>She was itching to get it done with so that she could hurry to her station, but knew that she had to be patient, it would only take a few moments and until than one of her men would take over her spot until she took over.  "When I'm done with the captive, I might have to send for you to take a look at her before we send her off to be processed.  I hope you wont find that an inconvenience, I know that your time is valuable."