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“I need answers, Lieutenant, and I need them now.” 

“What kind of thing... what kind of being is your scanner picking up? Is it a danger to the crew of this ship?” 

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Elmira wasn’t one to act unexpectedly, not since Vesta. She trusted the people on the Enterprise and didn’t feel the need to go under anyone’s nose when she trusted them. Needless to say she probably startled Alden when she got to his station, half dressed, thick jumper barely sitting on her shoulders. She grabbed his PADD, threw it across the room and started looking under each and every surface like a maniac. 

“Please tell me Pearl disobeyed me directly and stayed here.” Her lip wobbled when she realised she’d looked everywhere and Pearl was nowhere in sight. “Please.” It was tiny and desperate, and she was fighting everything not to cry.

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"You're Dr. Banner! I know that I don't look much like it, with... the, ah. The way that I'm dressed... but. Well. I've read most of your work!"

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Bruce was temporarily staying in this city. It wasn’t as big as New York or Las Vegas, but not a town either. He was staying in a building that had been abandoned for some time, but that was still livable. Yes, there was no water, heat or electricity, but he’d lived without that many times. It was shelter and a place to sleep.

Having managed to get some money, Bruce had ventured outside, baseball cap pulled down as low as possible, to get some groceries and he was heading back when he heard someone call out his name. At first he tensed, thinking it was someone who wished him harm. Not that he would be harmed, that was not his his fear. His fear was harming others. Thankfully, that was not the case.

Bruce blinked at the man in surprise. “You’ve read my work?” He looked him over, the young man didn’t appear to be part of the military or SHIELD, though they could sometimes be very skilled at disguising themselves. However, something told Bruce that the man was genuine. “I’ve learnt a long time ago to not judge by appearance.” There was a slight hesitation before Bruce held out his hand. “Nice to meet you Mr…?”

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17. Photography

Isiah never really got into photography. While he knew the importance of photos and such for mementos-he has some of his family growing up and such that he still looks back on to help in bad times-he was never a picture taker.

But sometimes, he'll catch a scene, a couple flirting or being cute, a pair of friends having a fun game, a parent, or aunt/uncle, or cousin helping a child learn something, and he'll take a few pictures, either sending them to the relevant people or just adding them to his collection.

They've got them if asked, willing to send copies to those who are allowed, but nothing more.

Rarely does he find himself the center of them though.

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“Yes, of course.”

Alden sat as he was told, picking at the silver rank stripe on his sleeve as an excuse to avoid eye contact.

“I realize I likely shouldn’t be bothering medbay with this, but. I… I haven’t been able to have a consistent sleep schedule. Not since…”

He trailed off, not easily willing to say it out loud. He quietly hoped Isiah had at least glanced at his medical records. But then again, he’d been expecting the doctor that had helped him the first time.

Isiah hadn’t fully read the others file, only glancing over it, but they recalled that Lt. Baincroft had at one point been taking the stimulant tea, as it was simply called by most who knew of it, and realized that it must still be leaving lingering effects.

It helped with their guess of it that they could sense his unease and shame, though Isiah wasn’t sure why he’d be ashamed of lingering effects.

“Considering when it was you last ingested the substance, it’s not a big surprise that you’ve got lingering symptoms from the tea. I can prescribe you a sedative, or mild sleeping pills if you’d rather, but only in small doses. Hopefully after a few of them your body will adjust to your schedule. I’ll also suggest you set a specific time to go to sleep by, if possible.” they suggested, willing to offer other suggestions if the man wasn’t comfortable with that option.

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"Well, to be honest. I was expecting Doctor McCoy... Not that I mind, I only had everything I was going to say planned out for him."

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“I’m no worse than Dr. McCoy, Lieutenant Baincroft. Up on the bed, I promise I don’t bite.” Isiah motioned to the bed as they donned the exam gloves they wore-as a habit whenever someone was likely to be uncomfortable with direct skin contact even on accident.

“So tell me what you were going to tell him.”