"But the sickbay needs room for those who need it!" She argues as she walks besides him to the turbolift. "Like Lieutenant Voxellus who was stabbed, or like you who had shrapnel buried in your skin!"
She heads for the turbolift, adjusting her grip on the weapon in her hand she had taken from the Lethean's unmoving body. Broken from the fight, she wanted to have it fixed, it wouldn't hurt to learn how to use another weapon.
She hops through the hallway to the security hub, although it was after her mission and she should have been tired...she knew that, but she was too high on adrenaline to care. She really wanted to try out her new weapon.
He walked down the corridor, feeling his anxiety grow. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought Shoe with him? The small gray cat had been padding along beside him the entire time. Would he seem unprofessional? He could only hope that wouldn’t happen as he knocked on the door to #cos′-ready-room .