The overhead light flickered again and Tomiko 'Tommy' Nagamisha slammed her open palm against the low hanging light, the faulty bulb flickering a few more times before stabilizing.  It was time for her 'spring cleaning', which was a fancy way of saying that everything in the cupboards of the small infirmary was tossed onto the floor as Tomiko sorted through them and found new niches for each.<br/><br/>Various bottles, bandages and tools skittered across the floor as she trudged her way through them, dipping down every once in a while to snatch one or two off the ground to slip them away.  Tomiko was very nearly as big of a mess as her infirmary, the simple coveralls she wore stained with grease from the morning spent helping Jonas with a nasty leak.  Her long black hair was tied into a utilitarian bun, a few strands falling down to frame the sharp curves of her face, her cheeks smeared with dirt and engine fluids.  Her narrow blue eyes sorted through the seeming chaos at her feet and plucked a few more drugs out to make their way to one of the lower shelves this time.<br/><br/>An image further from a capable and learned doctor of medicine was hard to imagine, and Tomiko preferred it that way.  She'd spent too long down in the trenches, having to hold men down as she tried to save blasted and broken limbs, fighting for every inch as death stood before her to claim them.  She wasn't a 'book' doctor, and perversely proud of the price she had paid in blood and nightmares for her knowledge.  And so she went about her slow sorting process, humming softly to herself as she picked through the mess below her.<br/><br/>Overhead, the lights flickered again.