"Become a teacher, they said, it'll be fun, they said. No one said anything about my students setting classrooms on fire or blowing holes through walls. I never did that as a student!" Estrid was still dusting soot and metal shavings from her hair and uniform as she perched on the edge of the medical table, watching the doc turn to another patient after completing her scans, grumbling to herself the entire time when not answering questions.
The mandatory stuff after an accident, something that Estrid was both grateful for and annoyed by. She had minor burns from being caught in the blast that started the fire and caused the hole in the wall separating two of the engineering classrooms, and that was it, but protocol was protocol. She was just grateful it was Chapel who was the nurse on duty. Estrid knew she was young, but she was the best, from what her officers and students had already told her.
"I'm assuming it's just the standard burn management for these, right?" She asked the nurse, straight to the point, almost bluntly, but softer than she would have used with the doctor himself. Holograms and androids usually found her bluntness preferable to dealing with the nuances of most organic races, but the young woman before the officer was in no way or shape anything but human, Estrid could tell just from the aura around her. It reminded her she needed to be mindful of her words. "Not my first burns, I don't wanna take up your time when other patients are in worse condition, ma'am."