[h2]The Arcadian - 24 September, 2190[/h2]
[h3]Dr. Allison Sorens[/h3][hr][@Cyrania]

Wearing a fitted white shirt with the Arcadian logo on the upper right chest and gray slacks, Allison walked toward the mess hall completely oblivious to her surroundings. Datapad in hand, she was looking at the latest notification. Only 47% of the crew had submitted their initial mental health assessment, originally sent out a few days prior with a deadline of EOB today. She'd have to send out a follow-up email to all staff as a reminder, CC'ing Vance in the process. The questionnaire wasn't long; the questions all being multiple choice with the option to further elaborate on a response. Hopefully that number would dramatically increase in the upcoming hours to avoid having to hover over people, so to speak. 

With that thought in mind, she suddenly looked up as someone stepped in her path, though not necessarily colliding with her. Allison set her foot down mid-step, stopping herself in the process.

"Oh, hey there!" Allison recognized Alice straight away. "All's good, no worries." 

She pressed the datapad against her chest, holding it in place with arms crossed. "Busy morning or empty stomach?" Allison smiled.