Amira quit fiddling around with some engine parts, her hands covered in various oils and soot, she sighed. She hated blood tests and never really understood the need for them, especially on a ragtag ship like this. She closed the compartment she had been working in and she wiped her hands off with a rag that she had brought down. They weren't at all clean, and other than the fact that most of the wet oil had been taken off, the filthy rag may have made them even dirtier.. She made her way to the sick bay and smiled as she walked in. "Hi!" She said happily as she said to the medic. "Amira Solari, at your service." Amira said, holding out her filthy, almost completely blackened hand out for a handshake.