Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

Pryce.Research.N101
Main Hangar Bay



He hasn't slept. Angela thought. She noted the circles under his eyes, and his overall haggard appearance. I guess I wouldn't either. She took another step towards Doyle, and she felt the usual tension that she always felt when around people she didn't know well. The visceral need to avert her eyes, to hide, to melt into the floor. Even as she felt it, she knew that after a few minutes, she'd be more or less "normal". Whatever that was. A certain time seemed needed before the deeply set social anxiety faded to the background. Her private education from a series of tutors had kept her from any real chance to experience a "normal" girls' social life; and a jealous father had kept her from the attentions of men. She'd finally struck out on her own, drawing the wrath of her father, the disappointment of her mother, and the certain loss of a comfortable, if pointless, life on New London. She would often lie awake, and wonder if it had been worth it.


Well, where else I am going to meet someone like this? A time traveler certainly beats another day of yawny parties and viola lessons. Time Traveler. She'd thought it. She managed a faint smile; hesitant at first, as if she might be punished for it, and opened her mouth to speak..


"Good morning Lieutenant!" Doctor Owens said. He glanced around the hangar briefly before adding; "Or evening if that should be the case for you. I can never get the different crew schedules sorted, I'm afraid." He seemed to shake the thought off, and took a few steps forward, albeit with the trace limp always present in his gait. "Doctors Ross, Graham, and Myself, have reviewed some of the scan data we took shortly after your arrival, and we've encountered certain details which may prove important to our study here." He glanced at Angela before returning to Doyle, and continued; " Now I've spoken to Captain Wells, and he has consented to allow us to bring you out of this....hangar, and over to the medbay, one deck above us. With your permission, we would like to conduct a small number of medical tests, each of a non-invasive nature, which might help us better interpet some of the scan data we recorded."


Angela glanced at Owens. Tests?

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