[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Med Bay[/center][hr]
Carla didn't change her expression during the numerous things that occurred over the course of the next couple of minutes. The cold tone that Lieutenant Harper used, Jahosafat's warm but dishonest compliments and his direction to take a seat. She politely thanked the Doctor for his words and strode over to the nearby chair and sat down, with her legs crossed. Unlike Harper's tone and body language, she did not act cold toward either of the men. A better word would be "bored" or "disinterested." Her eyes did briefly flit over to the pulled up sleeve of the pilot's shirt, most notably the material with which his undershirt was comprised, but that was the biggest reaction she had.

Despite herself, Carla found herself waiting with her nails in her mouth, teeth working busily to trim them down. With Harper eager to leave, Carla stepped up to stand "in line" behind him, while she wiped her saliva covered nails clean on her pants. No need to sit around wasting time with standard blood tests.