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[ The screen blips on and there's a blonde haired woman looking at the screen with a furrowed brow, kind of like she's not sure if she's got the hang of it yet after going through the device multiple times and being fairly tech-savvy— or so she'd like to think of herself. ]

Oh— hey! Great, this does work. [ On a mumble she adds to herself: ] Of course it would, Fisher, why wouldn't it work for it if it's been working for everyone else?

Anyway! This is just a short uh, introduction: name's Elena, great to meet you all. Looks like I've been assigned as the ship's Climbing Instructor, if there's anyone who's interested in such a thing or enjoys doing it on the side themselves. I'm looking to get the lessons started later this week, and my mailbox is open anytime for sign ups.

You don't have to be a professional or know a single thing about the hobby, I'll show you the ropes. Ha..haaaa... get it? Cause climbing involves... Yeah, never mind. That was lame, but I only have one person to blame for puns that fail 30% of the time.

As a heads up, I've never once used ropes or climbing gear and equipment. It's been a free climb and jump at your own peril kind of thing, mostly self taught on the go. At least it's good for building your upper body strength?

Also— pictures! [ Her camera comes up into a view, a damn nice SLR. Thanks be to the captains and unlimited credits. ] Some of you might've seen me around down planet side with a camera; floppy white beach hat, Jackie O shades. The purpose behind that was I do photography on the side back home, also as a hobby. If I offended anyone, made you suspicious, or you want me to delete your picture, or— hey— maybe you want me to send the shots to you— again, my mailbox is wide open for those requests. I'm also taking requests for possible future photoshoots. I just don't know if that's a...thing people might find interesting on a ship.

Let me know!

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[ The following messages come through as public to all but one person. Elena's locking this specifically from Nathan Drake, and for good reason. ]

Besides whoever was in the Medbay when I arrived— sorry, I can't remember who did my scans— who else do we have on the ship who counts as an actual physician?

I'm asking because I don't think my scans were done right. Or they didn't finish properly.

Also, I don't know if I'll get many responses but it's worth a shot— anyone on-board have any experience with shrapnel related injuries? Doctors aside of course.

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[ He's not going to do this. He's not!

Only, yep. He's typing. ]

The diploma I pulled from a Cracker Jack box said 'physician' on it.

Why do you believe your scans didn't finish?

[ Is this guy for real........................? ]

Aren't you lucky. Guess you got to skip the 8+ years of med school?

Because something doesn't feel right.

But let's backtrack. Are you or aren't you a doctor?

[ Unfortunately, this is fairly restrained for him. However, he has mellowed over time; just a bit. ]

As I don't actually carry my diploma around multiple universes with me you'll have to take my word for it.

My name is Adrien Arbuckal. If you look up the crew roster you'll find I'm listed as one of the ship's physicians.

All right. Great. So then maybe you can help.

If I could remember who took care of me when I got here, I would go to them instead of bringing this to the network.

Well there aren't that many of us and you can scratch me off the list because I just Ingressed in recently myself.

If it's important you to, you could contact Dr. Yewll, she may know?

If not ... would I be correct in the assumption that this is related to shrapnel?

That's someone I'll keep in mind, thanks.

[ Bonus points for there being a female physician on-board. It's who she would prefer seeing. ]

It is, yeah. I just figured that if the scans had been completed then this shouldn't have slipped them.

It shouldn't have, but I get the impression that intake is more than a little chaotic.

Is this an older injury or an acute trauma you suffered shortly before arriving here?

[ The Ingress does seem to like to yank them in from all manner of circumstances. ]

Coming up on two years I think. It's just never been this bad before. Took a while for the tenderness to ease, too.

My own fault, I was stubborn and going stir crazy the first week I got home.

That is a bit ... aged.

[ And the military part of him is impressed that she's gone this long with what had to be, if not physically uncomfortable, perhaps a little mentally disturbing? ]

If you want it checked out now, I'm down in the Medbay. If you'd rather speak with Dr. Yewll and see if you can connect with the doctor who oversaw your intake I can link you to her MID?

It's been some time, I agree. I tried to read up on it back home some time after it happened but it was ... hard.

[ Hard to think back on the incident, the thought alone bringing back memories, making her anxious all over again. Of her own carelessness, hopelessness. Stupidity. She'd been so foolish.

Elena hadn't known what she would've done if Nate hadn't been there whenever a small panic attack would unexpectedly hit over the smallest thing. ]

I can come down. Have you treated these types of injuries before?

[ Her question would normally have generated a wry response but something in the way she types about the injury (even though he has no voice inflection to go on) suggests that now is not the time. So he'll cork it for the time being and be upfront. ]

My previous crew saw a lot of combat situations. Treating lacerations, punctures and embedded shrapnel wounds was a routine occurrence.

So then you'd probably consider yourself a bit of a specialist. Give me a minute or two and I'll make my way down.

If anything, I can at least walk away with the ship form of advil or something.

Fair enough, I'll be here. Look for the man counting Q-tips.

[ Actually, he'll have moved on to the cotton balls by the time she reaches Medbay but same difference. ]

Should I be worried as to why you're counting Q-tips?

[ She's texting as she goes, heading for the nearest elevator that'll take her down to him. ]

Worried? No.

[ It was something to do. However, he gives himself a kick to be a little more forth coming. ]

I'm planning to go planet side and use this credit card to bolster our medical supplies. Just double checking what we have and where.

Makes sense. And that's a good idea. Could never have too much of something, especially in the case of medical supplies.

[ Finally, she's made it down to the MedBay, stepping through the doors. She's not sure if he's the only one in right now, but she wanders in and takes a look around until spotting someone. That someone being him. ]

Hi. Adrien Arbuckal..?

[ As promised, he's balanced on his heels in front of a cabinet, counting what look to be compression bandages housed within. At the sound of his name, he marked his spot in his count and made a note on his MID before leaning back and looking over towards her. ]

Hey. [ There was a brief pause as he had to mentally rewind her initial address to the network to recall the name she'd given. His focus had really come in when she'd texted. ] Elena?

Nice to meet you.

[ Unsure of what to do now, if they should shake hands or not, she stands there feeling out of place, hands in her back pockets. But that's how she finds it's usually how it goes with greeting new doctors, unfamiliar with their technique and bedside manner. ]

So. How's the count going...?

About as tedious as it probably sounded over the MID.

[ Adrien remarked, pressing down on the data pad to secure his number and then tossing it up on top of the counter. He'd continue with this after they were done.

Depending upon his much attention she was focusing, she might or might not noticed the sidearm tucked into the small of his back, just under his lab coat. Beyond that, he looked your fairly typical medical type, Medbay uniform, lab coat, stethoscope half hanging out of a pocket.

Straightening, he motioned her towards one of the empty beds. Luckily the place was fairly quiet at the moment, just a few other medical types moving around. ]

Have a seat. Can I have your full name? I'm not sure if my MID will have your file uploaded yet but it doesn't hurt to check.

[ The lump had been noticed, the shape she was familiar with as there were times she'd had to tuck her own weapon in the back of her jeans. She said nothing, didn't think anything of it.

Elena glanced over to the beds, moving to them, seating on the edge of the closest one. ]

Elena Fisher. [ A small pause. ] Do you...need me to put on a gown or anything?

[ Typing the name into his MID, he waited to see what, if anything, came up from her intake file.

As he waited and she asked her question, he glanced up from the holo feed and arched an eyebrow. ]

I'd like to get the history of your injury from you first. Then we can determine what the next diagnostic step will be. A lot of this equipment will take readings through your clothes and then we can discuss treatment options.

If at that time a gown is required, I'll have one of the female technicians help you get situated.

[ He's rubbish at social skills and an ass half the time but he does actually stand by some strict medical codes.

Also there was the little brother factor whipped into his ass by his older sisters.

The MID beeped and from his frown, which was really just a deepening of his usual expression, the news wasn't to his liking. ]

You're right, this intake file got fucked. [ Sighing, he shut down the MID and reached for a chart. ] I need you to give me a run down of this injury. You told me it's two years old. Where on your body did you take the impact of the shrapnel? What treatment did you receive at the time?

As expected.

[ Should she give him the short form or long form story? She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands, lacing her fingers together for a moment. A map could be drawn out for him if she had a washable marker. ]

Two years roughly, yeah. Mostly to the front and left side. [ Her left arm came up as she pointed out the areas with her right starting from her armpit down the side of her ribs, lower along her waist and to the back of her hip. The v-neck tee she wore did nothing to hide the uneven but small scarring at her upper left and right arms, the crooks of both elbows slipping down to her forearms by an inch. ] Multiple puncture wounds on arms, as you can see for yourself, and thighs, center of left shin.

[ Elena had spent many mornings and many nights examining the scars, especially whenever they gave a dull ache on the gloomier of days. She had each one memorized. Continuing, she tugged the collar aside just enough to show him the jagged scar the length of a finger pad on her chest above her heart. ]

Chest. Also some odd ones over the stomach area.

They're all over. [ Her hands go back to her lap and she shrugged. She was at a bit of a loss in answering the next question. ] As for treatment— I don't know. I was unconscious from blood loss for about three days. I assume most of it was removed, or I'm hoping it was. They don't have the most up to date medical equipment up in a remote Tibetan village located in the mountains.

He did what he could at the time.

Three months was when I went to see an actual doctor to receive a tetanus shot, just to be on the safe side.

Any other questions?

[ Adrien listened and made notes at the same time, glancing at the scars that were visible and taking note of the areas of her body that she indicated when they were still covered by clothing.

He didn't react outwardly but inwardly he could piece together the sort of blast it would have taken to have such a wide spread range of damage and he tried to calculate how she had initially survived. There were not many scenarios forth coming and he shelved the speculation to focus on the here and the now.

Adrien wasn't going to bother frowning at her about the length of time between injury and checking herself in with a doctor. What was done was done after all and as he didn't have a full report of the range of her circumstances it wasn't for him to fuss.

Instead he finished his notes and glanced up at her. ]

No questions, for now.

What I'd like to do is put you under a full body scan and get identification of what pieces of shrapnel are still in your body, where and the size. Then we can discuss options for treatment and or removal?

Sure, we can do that.

[ A full body scan, she remembered that from when she had arrived. They hadn't been completed. This time there was hope that the scans would fully see themselves through.

Elena moved to slide off the bed, glancing over to where she remembered the machines being before looking again to him. ]

The doctor I'd seen back home, he did examine the areas, but I was told the pieces would reject on their own. There wasn't much of an option for removal.

And of course, there was the mention of the smaller pieces not fit for removal, or were too risky to try, they would possibly dissolve inside on their own. Which I was then brought up to speed on various forms of metal poisoning.

He was real helpful, as you can see.

[ Dry sarcasm. Very dry. ]

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[ Since she seemed to know where she was headed, Adrien simply followed, once again making notes on the datapad.

He did look up at that last sentence and asked, just to clarify. ]

This doctor, he didn't perform any tests or x-rays to get a clear identification of what might be where?

[ Sometimes his opinion of the people in his own profession is not the greatest.

As they reached the scanning bed, he motioned for her to get comfortable as he walked up to the controls. This time, he made sure that her ID was linked into the database, so there would be no risk of files coming up incomplete. ]

I know that conventional practice has been to leave smaller, deemed to be in no danger of "causing damage" alone to work their way to the surface and out of the body themselves. But usually there is careful identification of what can safely be left.

How many have worked their way to the surface for you in the past two years?

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