[color=silver][h1][center]The Morning After Part 3[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Galley[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas adjusts to life with the rough and motley crew of the LV.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Yule], [@Aalakrys]

Kinneas took a sip of the black coffee while the doctor had been musing at his conversational inquiry, immediately finding it too acidic for his taste. He glanced down at the cup, grimacing. “Kěpà de (Horrid).” The muttered assessment was followed with a look at the woman, so he clarified: “No, not the head - the head is fine. The coffee, is this really what you drink every morning?”

"Well, your sense of taste seems just fine, so that's a plus." Doc laughed. She tucked the pencil into the page she was on and plopped the crossword book down on the table. "And since you didn't exactly make your way down to the med bay for your follow-up…" she said as she reached into her pocket, she pulled out her penlight. She made her way over to the big man and grabbed the side of his head, nearly knocking into his coffee cup hand, which might have been a mercy.  She clicked on the light and started testing his pupil response.

“There going to be a missed appointment fee?” Kinneas smirked as he moved the cup of hot coffee to a safe place on the counter, stilling and following at the doctor’s direction. “If I’d have known…”

"Mm-hm", Doc said, engrossed in her examination. "Well, bad news," she said as she clicked off her penlight, "you're fine."

Kinneas grinned, obviously being factitious. “Gotta say, never had a doctor use that line on me before.”

Doc furrowed her brow and lightly punched Kinneas's shoulder. "Ass. I meant no fun or interesting injuries." She said as she made her way back to her seat and book. "Gonna be a dull trip is all. No one ever comes in with something serious, ya know?" She complained, sounding…almost wistful.

Kinneas chuckled as he reached back for his coffee despite it being terrible. He supposed the [i]entire[/i] crew wasn’t half-bad. Though he wasn’t sure how serious she was about the longing regard to injured patients, he said: “Don’t be too sure. I have to go have a chat with your captain. Could result in something interesting, but no promises.”

"Don't go getting my hopes up, Blondie." Doc said, full of sarcasm. "Listen, if he shoots ya, tell him I said 'no arteries'. Get shot somewhere fleshy. You know…fun wound, not [i]wound[/i] wound." She encouraged.

“I’ll be sure to mention it.” Amusement laced his words before he took another grimacing sip of bitterness in a cup. He glanced towards the hatch he’d come through and to the opposite one. “Not that I’m rushing to potentially get shot at, but… you don’t happen to know where he would be, would you?”

"Be a short walk through there." Doc said as she pointed to the opposite door with her pencil. "Best a luck, huh?" She added with a grin, miming a gun with her hand and pretending to shoot herself in the arm.

“Jìhuà (bottom’s up).” He said taking a final gulp of the coffee before dumping the rest down the drain and setting the cup in the sink to deal with later. Barring a gunshot wound. Staying strapped when not on a job… He filed that away for the interview.
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