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Jim flips another page of seemingly endless briefing on his padd before blinking sleepily at Christine's question.

a short, forced laugh skits out of him as he pulls the padd furthest from him closer to himself to scan over once more, re-familiarizing himself with the information in the same way someone trying to memorize a cheat code bounces between screens.

they've been at it for over two hours already, and though he's ready to throw in the towel - at least long enough to grab something from the cafeteria or a cantina on campus -, the aforementioned exam being in two days prevents that. at least, it keeps him from being the one to suggest it.

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it is a relatively rare occurence that the head nurse's presence could be spared aboard, and even rarer still that she present herself to the same risk as the remainder of those who head their respective departments. however, this particular away mission had undoubtedly necessitated additional medical staff. and with the ship in standard orbit, sensor readings indicating no life forms, nor even indications of vessels - manned or otherwise - within a radius of three light-years . . . it seemed exceedingly unlikely that sickbay would experience a significant influx of patients for the foreseeable future.

as had become exceedingly typical, things had quickly deteriorated upon the planet's surface. the inhabitants having suspected their landing party of interferring detrimentally with the wellbeing of their infected persons. corelating their arrival and subsequent intervention, with the worsening of their distinct disease. and thus, they have been separated. kirk, with mccoy - and spock alongside nurse chapel. held within what is, effectively, tantamount to a jail cell.

brows raise, eyes lifting from where he focuses upon the mechanism he is attempting to repair. or perhaps more percisely, reconfigure. fingers pausing from their monotonous yet strangely graceful movements in rerouting an insulated jumper wire, to instead rest uniform-clad elbows upon the surface below. fingers steepling for a moment, before eventually entwining the endmost digits. fore and middle finger still protrusive, and aligned.

"miss chapel - enjoyment is not the purpose of our assignment." of course, no formal direcrive was issued. other than the hurried 'find a way out, mister spock' that had left the captain upon their imminent separation. however, upon surveying various devices within their apartments, he had quickly devised an idea involving the repurposing of such machines to cause a sizeable energy pulse. one that would effectively either disengage the locks, or failing that, weaken them enough to escape. eventually allowing him to free the captain and doctor mccoy, as well. assuming they . . . hadn't been able to find their own way out by that time.

it would be entirely inefficient to . . . somehow incorporate enjoyment into their immediate circumstances. recreational value largely unidentified in the current environment. for it is, beyond any doubt, a largely barren space. less clinical than that which she usually surrounds herself, while containing little more than necessities. however, admittedly, his attentions have entirely been focused upon the aforementioned duty, rather than noting any such ways in which to partake in liesure. "and engaging in such would only serve to unnecessarily delay our departure." he looks at the nurse with his lips closed - expression neutral by definition, but otherwise holding an air of being . . . mildly skeptical.

suddenly his head tilts with an inhale through the mouth - looking down, before he proceeds in both speech, and work.

"however, your assistance would expedite repairs . . ."

"Become a teacher, they said, it'll be fun, they said. No one said anything about my students setting classrooms on fire or blowing holes through walls. I never did that as a student!" Estrid was still dusting soot and metal shavings from her hair and uniform as she perched on the edge of the medical table, watching the doc turn to another patient after completing her scans, grumbling to herself the entire time when not answering questions.

The mandatory stuff after an accident, something that Estrid was both grateful for and annoyed by. She had minor burns from being caught in the blast that started the fire and caused the hole in the wall separating two of the engineering classrooms, and that was it, but protocol was protocol. She was just grateful it was Chapel who was the nurse on duty. Estrid knew she was young, but she was the best, from what her officers and students had already told her.

"I'm assuming it's just the standard burn management for these, right?" She asked the nurse, straight to the point, almost bluntly, but softer than she would have used with the doctor himself. Holograms and androids usually found her bluntness preferable to dealing with the nuances of most organic races, but the young woman before the officer was in no way or shape anything but human, Estrid could tell just from the aura around her. It reminded her she needed to be mindful of her words. "Not my first burns, I don't wanna take up your time when other patients are in worse condition, ma'am."

bottle of wine was cool under the skin of his palm as shoulder leaned against the doorframe. it wasn't an easy back and forth, this — whatever it was between them. but leo couldn't stop coming back, no matter how many times each of them lashed out at the other in some petty way or another. ( and it had been plenty of times, you had participated in your share ). his head ducked, hiding a charming smile.

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