─just let me do it!

         { Carol gave a nod of her head when the woman finally introduced herself, and it seemed that she was a little confused by the entire situation; which in all honesty, didn't surprise Carol in the least. }

         I do recommend that you come with me, sir. As much as you might hate it, this could well be the decider between your living and dying. Of course, it might not be anything, but it is mandatory to check on whether or not you have caught something, and god forbid that it be contagious, otherwise you might well have just infected the entire of your crew, and I dare say Doctor McCoy will have more than a few bones to pick with you, Captain. I do understand that this might all be for nothing, but it is better to check than leave it.

How are you?

I am well, Doctor. Dare I ask how well you fair?

“That was a rather sensible observation on Commander Spock's side, I should say. I do think I should take a look, especially if you have never seen anything like it. It might be dangerous, or loaded with anything within the space law.” Carol nodded, brows furrowing slightly. “Could you take me to see this object?”

          “I suppose that is a plausible answer, although I do have to ask to see your clearance badge, sir.”

         I suggest that I show you where the med bay is, and then the Mess Hall.

“I do apologize, Captain. I have been dealing with Ensigns all morning that know nothing about weapons nor do they know where they're going around the ship. Rather stressful morning. Of course, what do you need opening up, Captain?”

     ”I’m fairly certain that I’m not just from another time— er, to whom am I addressing, exactly?”

[ She beams and smiles at the date. ]

     ”Really? We’ve got warp capabilities in only two hundred years?" [ She clutches her device to her chest and smiles. ]

     ”So when you say the best, you mean there’s more than one Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise? That’s quite cool. I’m Jemma Simmons, by the way. I’m also a doctor— but not a medical kind, though I could be. Hello.”

         “Not another time, I don't think. You might have beamed into the future, by accident. We have been having a few problems with the beaming pad, so that might have been what that accident was the other day. It may have been overloaded and that means that it beamed people aboard that knew nothing about the ship.. Right.” { She's now talking to herself, because this is the most important subject at present. }

         “Yes, we became very advanced in the last hundred years or so, and beaming was established about one hundred and fifty years ago. It's been a while, but we still have problems here and there. Glitches, and whatnot. It's not been perfected, as you can see.”

         “You are addressing Doctor Carol Marcus, nor am I a Doctor. I simply have a doctorate and I address advanced weaponry. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Simmons. I assumed you're not married by there being no wedding ring on your finger, unless you've taken it off; and then I apologize for assuming. But you do seem rather young to be married.”

Another nod of her head when Nyota spoke of being formal, and she was entirely certain that her cheeks had changed to a brighter shade of red, almost as red as an Engineering's shirt. A shake of her head soon followed and her hands moved to rest by her crotch, folded neatly; a habit she must have picked off of Spock, from watching him so often, because he was─as he, himself, would say─simply fascinating.

Carol smiled a little more at Scotty's words before pressing her lips out at the thought of what they actually doing. "Very true words there, Lieutenant." She said with a nod of her head, gaze shooting around the room as they walked, her arms pressed firmly against her sides, keeping a stance that said she was ready for almost anything. "So, where are we going now?"

Mind was elsewhere, Dr. Marcus.

[Expression softens at his words, a short nod and a half smile.]

"Oh…"

         “Shall we take you down to Med Bay, Ensign?”