Anya enters the medical bay, the fluorescent lights of the ship casts a glow upon her fair complexion. She walks with the confident gait of someone who's completely at ease in this setting, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Another day, another shift," she muses to herself, "I wonder what kind of patients I'll be seeing today." There is a plumbob above her

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