[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Med Bay [hr][/center]

	The second that Harper learned that he was in Medical for the purpose of a blood drawing, he was both relieved and apprehensive. To the first segment of his mixed emotion, it was a simple medical procedure, done immeasurably across the 'Verse, that had nothing specifically to do with [i]him[/i] aside from the fact that he was part of the crew. On the other hand, rolling up his sleeve meant that he had to reveal something about himself that he would have preferred remain unshown. 

	Harper removed his jacket and pushed up a sleeve, revealing a shirt of closely knitted, form fitting ballistic mesh. He opened three barely perceptible buttons along his forearm, and with directed effort, pushed the sleeve over his elbow. Then the compliments began. It was a little odd, this mystery man (who spoke in a manner very similar to the guy with the moustache from earlier) speaking to him in a very familiar manner, as if they had history, or at least similar social connections. 

	It was true that the Lieutenant, when able to do so, kept his appearance very clean cut and professional. The most recent chapter of his life made that more difficult, but now that he was a man of more means, he had definitely gotten back into the habit of looking after himself. Obviously, not to the extent of his two new shipmates, but his sharp features, shaven face, and educated demeanor hinted at what Foy suspected earlier: A Core upbringing. Harper considered it an extreme rarity that someone would gush about it, was all. [color=008080]"Thank you, Doctor. I hope we find common ground, as well."[/color]

	The appearance of Carla caused a barely perceptible shift in mood. He nodded at the lady upon her arrival, but continued to speak with Moreau. His voice was a slight degree chillier as he made an inquiry. [color=008080]"What, um... What happened to the [i]other[/i] doctor? Not that I want him on the other end of a hypodermic aimed at me, but I would imagine a man with his desire for control would insist on being present, at least."[/color]

	The moment the blood was taken, Harper was eager to leave, citing duties. He replaced his coat, pulling it tight against any wrinkles that may have formed, and addressed the doctor. [color=008080]"If there's nothing else, sir, I'm needed elsewhere."[/color]