RP Log: The Cutest Little Antennae In The Galaxy
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Cross is hanging out near the door, looking about the large replimat. When the door swooshes open, she turns to see Ch'vyran entering. "Excuse me sir," she says, offering a salute to the senior officer, "you wouldn't happen to be Dr. Ch'vyran would you?"
"Put that thing down" Nolan waves at the Ensign. "No need for all that, I'm a Doctor, not a career man. Nolan Ch'Vyran, Doctor of Osteopathy. Most just call me Doctor Nolan" he greets, offering a hand to shake.
"Pleasure to meet you sir," Emmelline says, as she takes the proffered hand, chuckling at the man's turn of phrase. "Habit more than anything," she says with a little chuckle, her well-spoken English accent quite evident in her speech. "They drill it in the academy as I'm sure you might remember sir," she goes on, her tone conversational, "if you aren't sure whether to salute or not, best do it just in case you be dressed down for not doing so."
"Mmm, I took the accelerated course since I had some prior knowledge. They treated the professional skills officers a tad differently" Nolan chuckles. "We were thought of as a tad softer than the career cadets. I should assume then that you completed all of your schooling at the Academy?"
"Aye sir," Emmelline says with a nod, "then to starfleet medical. Four years there, rather than the two. Cross-trained in psychology and counseling," she explains. "So I graduated a little later than my cohort."
"You're dangerous then" Nolan chuckles. "Try not to tear my psyche apart on the first day, I'd appreciate that..." The hybrid says, peering to see the "specials" of the day. He taps an option on the replicator and retrieves a submarine sandwich from the device.
Cross chortles easily At Ch'vyran's words. "Aye sir, I promise no tearing psyche. At least on the first day," this last she adds on in a playful tone, tipping him a little wink. "So Dr. Sawyer told me that I should report to you on a daily basis. That you would assign me to the medical complex I'll be working in?," she asks rather than states.
Nolan nods, and seeks out a table for two. He takes a seat. "Yes. We had talked about it and more or less you'll be working primarily out of the Deck 27 medbay with me and then taking time up in the main bay with Phil as needed. I think I'll actually appreciate the company, the most I normally get are cadavers" Nolan chuckles.
Cross's eyes widen at Nolan's words. "The morgue sir?," she blurts out before she can stop herself. "Sir... am I being punished?," she asks, before clasping a hand to her mouth at having forgotten herself. "Sorry sir, yes of course. Deck 27," she says with a nod, trying to collect herself.
Nolan sighs and smiles. "I can certainly understand how it'd feel that way but no. No punishment. More just a matter of circumstance that it happens to be the area I'm over" Nolan takes a sip of his drink. "However, the morgue shouldn't be viewed as a punishment either. Death is as much a part of life and medicine. Our ability to care for those after the body gives is just as important as the care we give while they walk with us. No offense taken though Ensign, relax"
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant Commander Sawyer.
"One moment, sorry" Nolan says
Nolan taps his commbadge.
Cross opens her mouth, when she hears Nolan's comms going off, and she falls silent to allow him to take it.
Nolan says, "Doctor Nolan"
Cross just looked at you.
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Sawyer says, "Doctor, it's Doctor Sawyer. I'm sorry to interrupt your free time, but can ya meet me in med conference room, main sickbay?"
Nolan says, "Not interrupting at all, I'm with Cross. Can she tag along?"
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Sawyer says, "Certainly."
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Sawyer says, "Doc out"
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Lieutenant Commander Sawyer double taps his commbadge.
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Connection from Lieutenant Commander Sawyer terminated.
"Duty calls sir so it seems," Emmelline says with a smile as she rises to her feet to follow after Ch'vyran.
Nolan takes a big chomp out of his sandwich before shoveling it into a reclamator. "Don't take your misgivings so hard. Every doctor has to... relearn that there's a soul underneath the skin at the end of the day, even after we pick them apart and name every last bone. But I suppose that's why I'm a D.O. and not an M.D, I like the big picture. Enough pontificating, on me Ensign"
The door leading to Out swooshes open.
- Medical Conference Room - Main Wing <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
Ensign Cross arrives from Medical Administration Foyer.
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer arrives from Medical Administration Foyer.
Nolan is getting settled into his usual chair in the conference room, leaning back. He gives a nod to Phil
"Sir," Emmelline says, offering up a sharp salute as Sawyer enters the conference room. She waits till he is seated, if he so chooses, before she follows suit.
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer taps something in on the computer interface panel.
Ensign Moncyu arrives from Medical Administration Foyer.
Sawyer waves to Cross. "At ease, Ensign. I don't do salutes in sickbay." The CMO himself may just be getting here.
Nolan chuckles. "She's making me look bad Phil"
Cross can't help but to chuckle at both Sawyer's and Nolan's response. "Sorry sirs," she says having the grace to look sheepish. "As I was telling Dr. Nolan just a few mmoents ago, I got it drilled into me, when in doubt salute."
Nolan's empathic abilities sense "rather amused" from Cross.
Moncyu steps in and sees three medical officers present. She stops in the doorway and puts a hand to her chest. "Oh my god," she says overdramatically, eyes wide. "I really am dieing!"
Sawyer grins and waves Moncyu to a chair. "Not at all. Nolen, this show is really about you. I've been digging and digging in the literature, and I've found one possible solution to your situation. But if you're ready, perhaps you could brief the folks in? What you say will stay here, of course."
Nolan leans forward and raises an eyebrow before his eyes light up. "Oh yes, this" Nolan says, becoming a tad more serious. "Of course, though I suppose I'd like to ask why Ensign Moncyu is present, if that's alright"
"Because telepathy is part of the solution," the CMO says.
Cross has no clue what the situation is, or what's going on. So she just sists silently and lets the two senior officers talk it out.
Moncyu moves over to the chair indicated, a playful smile on her face. That is, until the conversation progresses and it becomes clear this is a pretty serious thing. She, like Emma, has no idea what this is about, after all.
Nolan nods. "Right, then please be welcome Ensign" he says before tapping on his PADD and uplinking his brain scans to the displays in the conference room. "Doctors, Ensign. On an away mission that I participated in, I was subject to an unfortunate series of events wherein my Antennae locked into eachother and began overloading my frontal cortex" Nolan says, highlighting a hotspot in his brain. "To be frank, had it not been for a comrade, I would have died untreated. As I was the only doctor available, I self-treated and then promptly reported to Doctor Sawyer as per regulation" Nolan states, gesturing to his make-do visor. "Right now my antennae are electrically isolated to prevent that from happening again, but as you can imagine for even a partial Andorian that's been rather... taxing on me. It's as though I've lost part of my vision. Doctor Sawyer has been attempting to research this, as it is a hitherto unknown ailment, or at least one that isn't common enough to find easily. Would you say that's the gist Phil?"
Moncyu winces at the description of the experience. "That... must have hurt," she notes.
Cross looks rather shocked at the experience Nolan describes. 'I was wondering why you wore that," she says gesturing to the visor, "but then I figured... I don't know, that it was just part of your everyday atire."
Sawyer nods. "Yep, that's definitely the jist. It doesn't help that you're a hubrid of Andorian and Terran. So that makes the research harder!"
Nolan chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "You can chastise mom and dad all you like, but they're very passionate people. I think they would have found eachother if they were from separate quadrants"
Moncyu grins at that. "So, why exactly am I here?" she asks. "How can I help?"
Cross chuckles along with Nolan, but she asks, "Sir, how long has this been going on for? Is this a recent development?"
Sawyer pulls his medical tricorder and prepares it. "Eiessa, here's the deal. What's going on in Nolen's brain is somewhat similar to the electrical signalization that has been documented with Betazoids engage in telepathic communication. Now, Nolen's not a telepath, but there are some similarities. What I'd like ya to do is try to communicate to Nolen telepathically. I'm going to watch what happens with Nolen's neuro readings as you make your attempt. you're one of our stronger telepaths onboard, and you may be able to trigger a kind of brain reset here. if that makes sense."
Nolan raises an eyebrow. "Now there's a thought. No, I'm not telepathic, but I'm certainly very sensitive. My antennae do allow me to get an idea of how folks are feeling based on the electrical impulses in their bodies" Nolan mulls it around in his head. "I like it"
"Do we take the visor off, or keep it on/," Emmelline idly asks. "Sorry sirs, I'm well... less than useless so... may as well be peanut gallery and ask questions, and learn," she says with a little chuckle.
Nolan's empathic abilities sense "a touch out of place." from Cross.
Moncyu is clearly surprised by the proposal, and then just as obviously uncertain. "You want me to attempt telepathic contact in the hopes that it will have an effect on his brain?" she asks Sawyer. She then glances at Emma, then settles her gaze on Ch'Vyren. "That's pretty much the exact opposite of what we Betazoids are taught about telepathic contact with other species."
"Nonsense" Nolan interjects, directly to Cross. "You are welcome at this table Doctor, I need all the help available" he says, emphasizing the Doctor part.
"When you break it down," Sawyer says, "telepathy is a series of frequency interactions. A frequency reset is sort of what Nolen needs. Think of it as trying to help an ill mind slash brain. I don't think you can hurt Doctor Nolen at all. But you may be able to help him. It's totally up to you, Eiessa."
Cross smiles at Nolan's words to her, and she listens intently to the conversation between Moncyu and Sawyer.
"I'd imagine that the visor would come off yes" Nolan nods. "To answer your question, no I won't immediately sieze. It's a preventative against something that can happen randomly"
Moncyu listens to Sawyer's explanation, then turns to face Ch'Vyran. "You're comfortable with this idea, Doctor?" she asks.
Nolan shrugs. "I'm not uncomfortable with it. Were this a known ailment, I'd love to follow a proceedure. Seeing as it isn't, I'm unfortunately at the mercy of a need to trailblaze"
Cross seems to be considering something, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Clearly she is never one who can hide her state of mind too easily. "Sir," she finally says after a moment's hesitation, turning towards both Nolan and Sawyer, though she is addressing the former, "even if you don't seize, once the visor comes off, it can't be too pleasant for you. I don't know if the experience is atually painful, but... should we consider... I don't know a super light sedative? Take away any discomfort?"
Nolan humms and looks at Phil. "Would a sedative reduce my brain's function and ability to respond to the... reprogramming?"
Sawyer says, "I don't know, Nolen. I honestly don't know. Maybe try without, first." he smiles reassuringly at Moncyu."
Moncyu shifts her gaze between all the doctors, then settles on Nolan. "Are we going to do this here and now? Should we go to an exam room or something?"
"Somewhere where Phil and Doctor Cross can observe my vitals might be preferable" Nolan suggests.
Sawyer nods. "That seems reasonable. Nolen, pick a room where you're comfortable. This is your show."
"Nearest Exam for all I care" Nolan smiles and gets up, stretching. "Right then, lead the way Phil, this is your bay"
Cross rises to her feet and follows behind the senior officers.
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer goes Out.
- Exam Room One - Main Wing <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
Ensign Moncyu arrives from Non-emergency Wing - Starboard Corridor.
Nolan sits on Biobed (24678).
Sawyer says, "Alright Nolen, get comfy."
"I suppose I ought be laying" Nolan says. He looks at Ensign Moncyu. "I don't know how close you'll need to be per se, so would you rather I sit up or lay?"
"Lie down perhaps?," Emmelline asks rather than states. "I mean we don't know what effect this whole thing will have on you sir. And if you lose consciousness well... at least you're already lying down and not at risk of falling."
Moncyu follows the others into the small examination room. After having a look around, she says, "Hold on a minute," then rushes back out of the room. A few seconds later she comes back, dragging behind her a chair from the waiting room. "Yeah, you better lie down. What if you lose consciousness and topple over?" she asks as she places the chair against the wall directly across from the foot of the biobed and sits in it.
Nolan nods. "Good thinking Doctor" he says to Cross and nods to Moncyu before lying down on the biobed
Nolan stands up.
Nolan lays on Biobed (24678).
Sawyer stands quietly near the biomonitors. Hie's pulled up overhead views of Nolen's neurological readings and his neuroelectircal activity. "When yall are ready," he says quietly.
Cross moves to stand next to Sawyer, looking at the monitor alongside him. "Good luck, both of you," she says with a smile to both Nolan and Moncyu.
Moncyu gives a small smile to the two doctors who are not on the bed, then locks eyes with the one who is. "Are you ready?" she asks. "You may want to close your eyes. It will block out some other external stimuli, help you be more receptive."
Nolan nods. "You can stop being so dour Phil. Just a routine... non-routine day in the fleet" Nolan says, shutting his eyes and taking off the visor, setting it on his chest. Once free, his stubby antennae wiggle and stretch, happy to be free.
Sawyer mutters something short and pungent in response to Nolen's admonition, scowling at the readings.
Cross keeps her silence for the time being, her gaze locked on the bio monitors in concentration.
Moncyu stifles a grin, then folds her hands in her lap and focuses on Ch'Vyran's face. She clears her mind and reaches out telepathically with a light touch, just brushing her consciousness against his.
Nolan doesn't seem to have any particular reaction, though his antennae do wiggle a tad towards Moncyu, if nothing else as the most interesting signature in the room
Sawyer continues watching the readings. He harumphs, but doesn't elaborate.
A look of concern flashes across Emmelline's face for a brief moment as things get going, but she remains silent still, intent on watching the monitors.
Everything seems alright so far, so Eiessa puts a little more energy into the contact. In her mind, she surrounds the Andorian's consciousness with her own, still being gentle, but much less timid. She's not sure if he can feel her prsence, but she lets out a small sigh as she feels what she considers to be the comforting mental embrace between them She glances at the other doctors to see if they're showing any signs of concern.
Nolan's eye twitches a bit and now his antennae are both pointed towards Moncyu. She's got the attention of his brain. His hand balls up into a fist for a moment before relaxing and his shoulders shift a little
Nolan's emotional state of "nervous, suppressing anxiety" is broadcast to those around him.
Sawyer murmurs, "Good, good, neuroelectrical activity is going in the right direction."
Cross notices the way Nolan's fists clentch for a moment. She checks the monitors to ensure that the Andorian isn't in undue amounts of pain."Sir," she asks of Sawyer, "how will we know if this is successful?"
Moncyu maintains the contact as is for a long few seconds, just feeling Nolan out a little. She speaks softly. "You're feeling uncomfortable... anxious," she says in almost a whisper. "Do you want me to stop, keep going, or just stay right here for a while?" Her question is directed at Nolan, of course.
"I have neural scan norms from Nolen's other duty physicals," Sawyer says quietly. He calls one up, creating a split screen. Normed readings on the left, current ones on the right.
Nolan's nostrils flare, almost a tad embarassed. "Proceed, please" he whispers back. "I appreciate this"
Moncyu gives a slow nod. She strengthens the telepathic embrace a little, then projects to him two short words. "I'm here."
Cross nods in understanding, as she looks at the two differing brain scans side by side. Studying each in turn.
Nolan does his best to relax and his shoulders droop down as he lies on the biobed
Nolan's emotional state of "slighly at ease" is broadcast to those around him.
Sawyer watches the current neuroelectrical readings continue to normalize. "Good. Good. That's what we wana see," he says quietly.
"That's better," Eiessa says softly to Nolan. "I can tell your feeling more relaxed now." She's saying these words out loud, not in her mind... or his mind, as the case may be. "I'm going to speak to you telepathically again. Are you ready?"
Nolan gives a shallow nod, and any observers would notice his antennae giving their own little nods as well
Cross keeps her silence as the experiment goes on. She watching the monitors with keen interest.
Moncyu reaches out again, this time projecting into Nolans mind a soft song, a Bajoran lullaby she learned when she was a child during a brief time that her father was assigned to DS9.
Sawyer takes in Nolen's face, and returns to the readings.
The neck muscles relax as Nolan's head sinks a little deeper into the head cushion of the biobed. His antennae begin to droop a bit, away from their focused position on the Betazoid in the room.
Cross watches the monitors, but also pays attention to Nolan's physical state. "I think it's working sir," she says, probably unnecessarily to Sawyer, who is watching the same things she is. "He seems very relaxed at any rate. Same with his antennae."
A soft smile appears on Eiessa's lips, and she gets a fond look in her eyes. She continues humming the melody to Nolan telepathically, not really willing to do anything else until she gets some kind of indication from the medical people as to whether she should.
Nolan's head sort of slumps to the side and his antennae simply flop over, one laying onto the other as much as a stubby antenna can. In any rate, they don't appear to be attempting to trying to tie into a knot or kill one another.
"You singing him to sleep?" Sawyer asks with a gentle smile towards the Betazoid. "We're almost there."
Cross can't help but to chuckle at Sawyer's comment. "I did wonder, if he was going to sleep. Does this work, if he's sleeping?," this last question she muses more to herself than to anyone in the room.
"Still here" Nolan says barely audible to only Moncyu. "Very... relaxed"
Eiessa glances over at Sawyer and gives him some of her smile, too. "I actually am," she answers. "Though that wasn't my intention. But a lullaby seemed like a good way to keep him calm since he started out so nervous."
Sawyer nods. "Yall just keep on. You're doin' a fine thing, Eiessa."
Cross continues to watch the monitors. "Very nice," she says with a smile to Moncyu. "I wonder though, if he can maintain this. I want you to keep the telepathic link," she says as she runs a hand down her face, clearly thinking, "but... project/ Not sure if that is the right word, something else? Just normal conversation? I want to make sure this is something that can be maintained, even at his alert status."
Nolan's empathic abilities sense "an undercurrent of nervousness and perhaps uncertainty at her own actions." from Cross.
Nolan's face scrunches up a little and his antennae perk up, his calm a tad disturbed.
Moncyu nods once, then trails off in the song. Instead she sends to him, still in a gentle voice, "Rest time is over. Time to come back to us, Doc."
Nolan nods gently and fixes his head back into a normal position. He speaks at a normal tone. "I feel.. Better. My... cloudiness is alleviating, this fog that's been underneath of my antennae since the event. So good... so far..."
Cross notices the way Nolan's antennae perk up. She checks the scan. "I know, it's different, but your scans are looking very normal now," she says reassuringly to Nolan. "I just want to make sure this is something that is
maintained." To Moncyu she says, "Keep going mate, you're doing great. Once I see his antennae relaxing... hopefully they will, then I'll have you step away, see if he can do without the telepathic crutch. But now," she clarifies, "I'll let you know when. Just keep talking to him. Everyday conversation," she gently instructs.
Moncyu isn't sure whether the Andorian is actually understanding her words. She suspects more that he's feeling the... tone of them, so to speak, rather than understanding actual thoughts. She decides to find out by asking him telepathically. "Can you hear my thoughts?" she sends to him. "Can you understand my words? If you can't answer in your head, you can answer out loud."
Nolan's thoughts of "It's... strange. There's someone in my head. In a very... unnatural way. You aren't unwelcome, I know why you're here. Why you're.. helping me? I'm hurt. I'm hurt. Why am I hurt?" are broadcast to those around him.
Nolan just idly taps his finger on the bed, antennae wiggling a tad
"How are you feeling?," Emmelline asks of Nolan. Smiling at Moncyu. "yep, keep going. It's still wiggling. I don't want to pull the crutch, till everything sort of normalizes. His brain scan is reading normal, but it may take some adjustment. So we'll take it slow."
Eiessa perks up a little. She eyes the Andorian, then sends the question, "Are you still hurting? Are you still in pain?"
Nolan's thoughts of "Not... not as bad. I was hurt for a... A time. Now the hurt isn't as bad. It's bright. I haven't seen in a long time. The outside is bright. " are broadcast to those around him.
Nolan does his best to stay relaxed on the table. He doesn't seem as though he's concentrating too terribly hard on whatever questions he's being asked.
"All right sir here's the plan," Emmelline says to Nolan, her voice lowered so as to keep the man calm. "I need to make sure this is maintainable. It won't be a success, if Eiessa has to be by your side 24 7 without sleeping, to send you telepathic thoughts. So I'm going to ask her, to slowly disconnect her link with you. Do you feel ready?," she asks the man. To Eiessa she says, "I don't know if this is possible... I know so little of telepathy, but when you disconnect the link, I want you to have your... mind? I don't know, on the telepathic button, to reconnect if things go awry." Back to Nolan, "We will only do this if you feel ready sir. There is no rush."
"I think I am... I'm feeling more like my normal self" Nolan nods. "No more constant hangover at least" he chuckles.
Moncyu nods and gives Emma an assuring smile. "I'll start to back off now," she says to the room, then looks back at Nolan and slowly, actually reluctantly, starts to close the contact. She's a little disappointed. She hasn't had this kind of contact with anyone in a long time. It's comforting for her.
As Moncyu disconnects the link, Emmelline keeps a careful watch on the monitors of his brain, but also on Nolan's body language, trying to ascertain if there are any negative effects of this next part of the procedure.
Nolan's thoughts of "You're leaving? I don't hurt anymore... Thank you. I will mi-" are broadcast to those around him.
Nolan lets out a long sigh and his antennae relax down into a curved position as the link slips away. He lays there quietly for the next few minutes and his brain scan certainly appears to be on profile with his nominal scan. His eyes open softly as his antennae begin to work under his own command, idly scanning around the room. "So then Ensign... did you see anything in that head of mine?" he asks, trying to be somewhat levious.
Nolan's emotional state of "Slightly embarassed but extremely... comforted" is broadcast to those around him.
Moncyu finishes closing off the connection and leans back in her chair. She gives Nolan an almost sad smile, then tries to hide it by looking down and rubbing her forehead. "Nothing of any consequence," she offers, attempting to ride the wave of his usual humor.
Nolan chuckles, though it's clear that he's in just about the same boat Moncyu is emotionally, despite that link having been severed. He's doing his best to not show that.
Cross breathes out an audible sigh of relief, as things seem to return to normal. "The lieutenant might have left me with some instructions before he was called away on duty," she says in a playfully pouty tone. Though that playfulness fades, when she notices the emotional distraught her colleagues her displaying. "That was an ordeal for both of you," she says gently to the pair. "Especially given both of your telepathic natures. Would you prefer a moment alone?," she asks softly. 'I will be the first in admitting, that I know nothing of the connection you two might have felt, or the loss perhaps you both are feeling now."
Moncyu clears her throat and collects herself a little. "It's alright. There's just a certain... intimacy involved that might take a few minutes to recover from." She eyes Nolan as she says this, then shifts her gaze to Emma. "Nothing overly private or personal. But kind of the mental difference between shaking someone's hand in greeting, and holding the hand of a good friend in need." She looks back at Nolan and adds, "Even though we don't really know each other. Or... didn't."
"Yes... I don't think there's another word for it" Nolan says, looking up to Moncyu before moving to look to Doctor Cross. "Not that I don't appreciate the... extremely personal favor you've just done me for what it is" he says, eyeing his own bio readings over Emma's shoulders.
Cross nods and replies, "I can't say I understand, that would be disengenous. But I can empathize. Which is why I had asked, if you two would prefer a moment alone. To sort of decompress, and sort through everything. Clearly, you both can help each other in that aspect, far more effectively than I can."
Moncyu gets up from the chair. "Are you alright, Doc?" she asks Nolan in much more casual tones. "If you want to talk some more about it, I'm happy to help. But if you'd rather absorb it all and go about your day, I get that, too. I'm at your disposal." She smiles at him less sadly this time, shooting a little of that smile over to Emma also.
"Yes, I think... I think I'll be fine" Nolan nods, looking.. somewhat convinced of that fact. His eyes snap to Moncyu and then away, back to the readings. "You said this would pass in a few minutes or so, right, so I should be just fine"
"If it doesn't," Emmelline says with a gentle smile to Nolan, "come see me. We can find time to talk about it, and perhaps give you the space to process it."
Moncyu nods in agreement with Emma. "I'm available, too. What I meant would pass in a few minutes was the shock of the experience. There's a good chance that you and I both with have some, at least some small, residual effects from our contact for a long time. We Betazoids are more used to this kind of thing, so you have to understand I'm speaking from a Betazoid perspective. I'm not sure how strongly you'll be affected or for how long. But I'm just a call away, any time of day." She pats Nolan on the shoulder.
Nolan tenses up and his bioreadings jump for just a moment. "Thank you" he says, doing his best to maintain his state and standing up, shutting off the active readings. "Well! In any case, I think... I think I feel pretty good. Doctor Cross, very good work. Not every day you get introduced to your team and work on them too"
Nolan stands up.
Cross chortles and smiles back at Nolan. "Hopefully, things will stay normal." Stretching, from having been standing in one position for quite sometime she says, "But for now, I think I'll grab some shut eye. With your permission sir?," she asks of Nolan.
"Please, dismissed. We'll have plenty of work to do for the rest of your time here" Nolan chuckles. "Have a good cycle"