Martin seems concerned as he addresses himself in a mirror - anxious and nervous. He's fidgeting with his uniform and adjusts his dress uniform hat and pushes his tie right up. He's not seen Yuki since it happened. She was his flight lead on nearly every patrol. His mentor. Someone he always looked up to.
He knocks firmly on the door. Takes a deep breath and walks in to the room.
"Yuki? It's Kemp-Smith.."
"How are you feeling? I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't say anything. Things have been...-different-...since you've been off-duty. Since...what happened."
Martin clears his throat.
"Anyway, I just wanted to show my face. With you being here, things have been rather busy for me. I've been trying to keep up the usual patrols that we always did together. I'll be honest, flying isn't quite the same without you there."
He smiles.
"It's felt like an eternity has passed since you were declared mentally unfit. I do hope they're treating you right. In fact, it's been so long that High Command even promoted me to Lieutenant Commander, imagine that. I remember you being a Lieutenant when I was a fresh off-the-block Recruit."
"I hope you get back up on your feet soon. The Fleet misses you. We could really do with you back. I'll come visit again, soon. I promise."
Martin turns around and walks towards the door and tips hit hat slightly to the doctor, who's watching over Yuki. Opens the doors - and leaves.