Uh, okay then.
Hostile, we have only just met.
Again, if anyone needs anything my medbay is always open.
“You’re very welcome. Now, is there anything else I can do for you?”
The medic pulls himself to stand, dusting off his knees and straightening his uniform. Then proceeds to folds his hands behind his back and raise a questioning eyebrow.
“What’s the magic word?”
He smiles, obviously teasing, then walked over to a box of his books the had not yet been unpacked. The girl would need something comprehensive and not too graphic, he picked out one focussing on bones, mostly drawn diagrams and not too complex, though that might just be him. It was quite thick.
“There you go, that’ll do for now, keep it in good condition okay?”
“It’s a good ambition, and if you try hard you can get there. I wish I had that sense of direction when I was young, would’ve really helped.”
The medic chuckles a little.
“I would really really love to, but it takes so much time. Time that I don’t have. Maybe when you are a little older, hmm?”
Hands moves back to his pockets.
“Perhaps you could come and watch from time to time, read some books in your spare time. Though if you want to watch I will warn you that it gets nasty sometimes.”
“Indeed I am, though I don’t really look the part.”
He ran a hand down the back of his head almost self-consciously. William really didn’t, if anything he looked like he should be a soldier. Stocky and not particularly tall, cropped hair and dog tags, skin littered with tattoos. Give him a helmet and anyone would believe it.
“Shy aren’t you. I have a daughter back home, she turns five this year, if you want her off your hands for a while to somewhere safe there’s always space here.”
Hands moved into his pockets. He rolled his neck from side to side, savouring the relief the cracking joints provided.