[D] Sam was... unsure of why she was sitting here, trying to do paperwork at the same time as writing emails, sniffling. Paperwork and emails at the same time, that was fine. But the sniffling? No. Why was that happening, anyways? Shouldn't allergies be pretty much non-existent by the 25th century? She wasn't one to have the medical knowledge to know the answer, but surely there was some super effective remedy, right?
She got up and tended to her various windowsill plants, making sure that she wasn't particularly sneezing next to any one of them or anything like that. Nope, definitely wasn't any of them. Which made sense - she'd had most of these plants, mostly from Bajor and Earth, for years.
After having to sniffle and go to the opposite side of the room to get a tissue for what seemed like the 50th time today, though, she sighed and made an appointment for a general check-up. Maybe it was something brought into the air by all the folks from the USS Rapture that were transferring here? Who knew. Well, the doctor might know. So that's where she went, putting her uniform jacket on as she went over to the computer, finished up that most recent email she'd halfway finished and sent it, and left her quarters.
