Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-mitchells

Getting herself situated in her room, it looked pretty barren. She didn't bring much of what she owned or things that reflected her interests and likes... maybe that will change when she gets more comfortable? She hoped that being stationed here would help her open up more, but that dream was a far off reality for now. Sickbay seemed busy, so for now Coda requested an old fashioned house call, just to save some time for others in sickbay. It was just a medical check, required for pretty much all personnel, it will be quick she reassured herself... and it probably won't require all that much talking either.

The door-chime rang at exactly the time of the pre-arranged appointment. With addmision granted, the door opened to reveal Dr. Jonas. He appeared to be a well-built Human in their late twenties, or perhaps early thirties, with dusty brown hair and bright blue eyes. His medical fatigues appeared pristine and he carried a small equipment case with him. "Ensign Mitchells, nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Jonas." He said, remaining in the doorway. "Thanks for opting to have your examination in your quarters, it means we can keep things on schedule and get this ticked off. May I come in?"

She took a moment to memorize Dr. Jonas' name and hopefully wont forget it in the future. Opening the door, and allowing him in was just normal routine, so she motioned him in to the new and pretty baren, room. "Ah, yes sir. I was hoping I could get this done as soon as possible so I wont delay any shift changes down in engineering. The shuttle was running late as it is to get me here... throwing my whole routine off schedule. Don't worry, I'll adjust quickly enough."

"Thank you." He said, stepping in from the corridor. He smiled at her eagerness to get the exam over with - it was a very common reaction. It was a routine necessity however, and given how simple and noninvasive the exam was, patients rarely put up a fuss. Much like Jonas' own quarters, the Ensign's room was quite sparse. The android put it down to her newness to the station. She had been assigned a room to herself - for now, at least. Which made the house call all the more simple. He placed the case on a nearby surface and popped the latch, generating a satisfying click. He retrieved a medical tricorder and a PADD, the former he kept in hand. The PADD he gave a cursory glance over before turning back to Mitchells. "Before we start," Jonas began, his tone calm and his demeanor relaxed. "Have there been any changes in your health in the last 24 hours? Any unregistered injuries or ailments?" (edited)

She watched as Jonas placed his medical case down. She had to think about the question he asked, thinking about how she felt in the moment. Her shuttle ride was a bit long, but even before that she felt fine, so she probably wasn't carrying a virus, but one could not show symptoms and still get others sick unknowingly. "Not to my knowledge. I feel fine and haven't been sick recently so your scans should be clean, unless I caught a cold from someone else recently."

"That's good to hear," He said, closing the distance between himself and the Ensign. "Travel is a strong vector for infection, although to be honest you'll have likely passed through several bio-filters, but never hurts to ask." The Lieutenant busied himself momentarily as he configured the tricorder. It didn't take long; just a few seconds. "If you'd like to just stand in the centre of the room and breathe evenly, we'll get this over in no time." He activated the device, which would be wholly familiar to anyone who'd been through the Academy, or really existed in the Federation for even a short while. The scanning was noninvasive and Jonas only had to tilt the tricorder up and down slightly in order to register Coda's full form. Layers if information filtered onto the screen; there were no anomalies or pathogens detected. He took three steps and scanned Ensign Mitchells from the other-side, just in case there were any occlusions from the more denser parts of the body. It was a relatively redundant act - the technology was extremely high resolution and intelligent in it's modelling. The Android was nothing if not thorough. "There's nothing leaping out at me," Jonas said in a satisfied tone, "You appear to be in the peak of health. The only thing I would recommend is an inoculation for Ankaran flu. It doesn't appear to be on your record, and there were a few cases of a new variant detected in the Rator Sector a few months ago." The apparent-Human placed the Tricorder down and pulled a small container of hypo-sprays from his bag, swiftly selecting one and popping the cap. "May I?"

She obeyed each order the doctor gave her, standing still as the tricorder hovered over her. The biofilters were so ordinary in her line of work that she had basically forgotten they were always used when anyone came on the station. That's on her for trying to make some small talk she supposed. She was never really all that good at it, and this was another proof as to why. Adjusting herself so that the doctor may apply the hypo spray, she nodded. "You may." was all she said for the moment. Though she wanted to be someone new on this station, someone not so normal. She wanted to step out of her comfort zone and instead she was reverting back to her usual habits. Against her better judgement she tried to at least salvage some of the conversation before the doctor left. "Any good places you'd recommend to me as a newcomer to this station?" the small thread of conversation wasn't much, but she felt better about herself for just asking it anyway.

The doctor pressed the prepared hypospray onto the Ensigns offered neck, it was cold to the touch. There was a hiss, some pressure and the device was withdrawn. Jonas' eyes lingered momentarily, watching the capillary action just beneath her skin react briefly to the abrupt addition of the medication, but soon the colouring returned to normal. "Good." He commented with a nod, turn to pack away the used hypo and tricorder back into his case. "All done." Jonas' eyebrows rose when Coda asked about recommendations. Something about the way she spoke made him feel that there might have been some effort involved in doing so. He considered the request briefly before answering. "I'm afraid I cannot be especially useful to you in that regard." He seemed genuinely apologetic. "As a newcomer myself I've yet to explore everything the Station has to offer... and my lack of an appetite means I cannot recommend any of the many restaurants there are here." It was... unpleasant to not be able to adequately respond to Michells' request. A feeling of... lacking swirled in the back of his mind, irrational and yet potent. And yet his face remained perfectly amicable. "The Environmental Ring is beautiful and vast. It's a hub of a mix of activities... socialising, exercising, relaxation... Perhaps that might be a decent place to start?" With that suggestion hanging in the air, Jonas picked up his things. "If you're a sporting sort, I'm often looking for Parrises partners. But I understand that's not everyone's idea of fun. I hope you settle in all right. If I can be of any assistance, I am usually in Sickbay." (edited)

She felt the injections of the hypospray, a familiar sort of feeling that she had gotten used to after a while. Though she was surprised that he was also a newcomer to the station. She had wrongly assumed that he would have been here much longer than her at least, but she did appreciate the recommendations of the environmental ring.... it was a good a start to the station as any. "Unfortunately I am not all that good at sports, but I'll take your suggestion about the Environmental ring. I haven't explored much so I guess I will start there. Thank you for taking the time to come to my quarters since sickbay seemed so busy. Until later then."