She ponders the thought for a while. "Im not sure, I suppose we'll have to ask Commander Marco, but the damage looks like a chemical change could do all the magic. If not then im sure we could make some prosthetics in a pinch." She pats your shoulder. "Marco should be somewhere around here... I think he came back from his doing his business in remote systems now, come back tomorrow and we should be able to grab him."
"Much appreciated Ms Stewart", Jack stands up, "I'll be here the same time tomorrow". Jack turns to go but stops at the door, he turns to face her again, "is there anything you can think of that would stop the glasses doing any more damage? When my eyes are fixed up it would be usefull if I could wear them without fear of damage".
She ponders the thought. "Well, from the tests, I suppose that you should maintain a balance between using and not using the googles? We will proberly gather up more information as we go along and refine it. So just keep it up abit more and it'll be over soon." She carries the tray back over to the tables and starts putting the instruments back into their draws.
Jack nods again, "thanks again for your help Ms Stewart, I'll see you tomorrow". Jack turns and walks from the room and started to make his way back to the Graf Zeppelin.
The next day Jack Denton walks from the Graf Zeppelin's airlock towards Dawn Stewart's office. He looks much the same as he did the previous day with the exception of his hair, which is slightly tidier then it was yesterday (only slightly though). After several wrong turns he arrives in the waiting room outside Ms Stewart's office. The secretary looks up and, to her credit, does not do a double take at seeing him in the doorway again. "Go on in Mr Denton", she says, "Ms Stewart is waiting for you".
Jack nods and thanks her before walking to the door, he goes to open it but, remembering yesterday, knocks instead.
Sitting on the padded hospital bed in the corner with some paperwork on the bed. Dawn was wearing headphones around her head playing loud music that was vagly hearable from the other side of the room. She looks up from her paperwork and takes off the headphones. "Oh! Sorry Denton I was just uhm... Listening to some music." She picks up most of the papers and puts them down on the table on the opposite side of the room.
