In their line of work, nightmares were not uncommon. No matter what kind of medic you are, you were going to see some horrible things. In the vastness of space, there was an added discomfort of almost claustrophobia. Being able to see so damn far, and being trapped in a small ship. It didn't make for the best sleeping conditions.

Rowan looked up as he heard shuffling entering the room. He was sat in the kitchen of the ship — if it could be called that. It was simply a booth surrounding a table, with about a foot of counter space against one wall. A fridge was built into the wall, however small.

“Cant sleep?” Rowan asked quietly, pausing the dismantling of the piece of technology before him.