[Shenandoah]

((You're good. No worries. Just get better.))

Faith began to walk after her. The corridor was too narrow to walk side by side comfortably without major space invasion, so she just kept a comfortable distance behind Lastiriana. It wasn't too long before they got to the medical bay. It was large enough for all members of the crew to have a bed, though the probability of all of them being injured and staying in bed was nil. The sterile area was comforting to Faith and she liked being there almost as much as she liked the galley. Walking over to the supply cabinets, she pressed her thumb on the pad to allow the locks to deactivate so she could open it. Inside were the various bandaging and suture supplies. Each cabinet had a theme and this one held varying disinfectants as well as tools required to do a certain job. It was Faith's idea to do this as it made finding things easier. Before, it had been arranged alphabetically and who really wanted to have iodine next to Immodium? Something nick-named "monkey's blood" next to anti-diarrhea medicine? Bad imagery.

"Not too bad at all," agreed Hermes. "Of course, you can always burn time by raising the dead dummy population," he said with a grin. Hermes didn't prefer using firearms. Too many chances of blowing a hole through the ship, though the laser weaponry, sometimes called "blasters" thanks to some really old movie back before humans began to move around in space, didn't pose as much a risk. It could, if used in a certain way, blast a hole through the hull, but usually the smaller hand-held varieties never got so powerful as it was very hard to maintain a charge. "By the way, nice shooting. I still prefer a cattle prod."