Dr. Park's words sting like venom, and it's only by clenching her fists and biting her tongue that Phoebe resists the urge to blow up in his face. [i]It's not fair.[/i] She's trying her best every sparring session, and she's getting better, she is! But compared to way Daphnis slides into her kaiju form - as smooth as smooth can be - Phoebe is the ugly duckling. An awkward, stuttering failure. 

[color=77D300]"Understood, sir,"[/color] Daphnis says, smugness oozing out of every pore. [color=77D300]"I'll show Madam Secretary where she went wrong."[/color]

When Dr. Park's back is turned, Calypso reaches for Phoebe's hand and pats it once, silently shaking her head. Phoebe knows her sister thinks it's better to grin and bear it than face repercussions, but Phoebe just can't help herself. She can feel her antenna raising off her scalp and the heat building in her face. Everyone in the CETM is playing favorites and she's so sick of it! 

Before she can open her mouth and get herself in a heap of trouble, she hears the voice of someone she knows:

[color=D2B48C]"Medic reporting for duty." [/color]

From down the hall, Cal appears, and Phoebe's mood instantly brightens. The medic may look unfriendly, but he's surprisingly good at listening and giving Phoebe advice when she feels like she's about to explode. He raises his hand in greeting.

[color=77D300]"Perfect! I need a check up [i]right now,[/i]"[/color] Daphnis says, her usual snooty tone mixed with a sense of honest urgency. Is she actually nervous? 

[color=D2B48C]"Mm,"[/color] is Cal's only response, and as he passes Phoebe, he gives her a little wink. [color=D2B48C]"Dr. Park, anything in particular you'd like me to check up on?"[/color]