Ran came into the mess hall, seeming a bit dishelved and hung over after the previous day.  A ship's medic was never a terribly fun job; one had to be ready to spring into action at any moment, yet the vast majority of the time there was absolutely nothing to do.<br/><br/>"So what's this I keep hearing about a girl getting shot when you were making contact?"  He asked, with a hint of blearyness, not quite grasping how such events fit in to his pessimistic fantasies.