<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/>Nuress smiled harder at the Doctor, as if it was possible.  Her eyes, though, were clearly shooting phasers in his direction.  Her voice, though, was more pleasant than ever.  "I see that you're still unclear on what StarFleet's directives are.  StarFleet's directives are essentially that I am in charge while I am here.  If you cannot accept that, I will see that you are stuck in the brig for the duration of the trip.  After I am gone, you can feel free to continue to practice your inane medicine in your precious sickbay.  Capiche?"<br/><br/>At that moment she turned her back on him and started walking up the corridor and then stopped for a moment and turned back.  "You can, however lead me to sickbay.  When I need you, I'll call for you."