Quote from: Amynta Lianez on September 07, 2017, 01:21:02 PMDespite the fact that she read every bit of the discomfort and disdain in the curt smile and handshake she recieved, Amynta shook the offered hand as firmly as she could (which was not very) and returned his smile with a far friendlier one. There was no point in letting someone's bad mood get to her, although a petulant little thought in the back of her mind insisted that he thought she didn't belong here...and that he was right. When he mentioned the volatile medication, though, she was pulled back to the matter at hand. A glance at the vials told her he wasn't exaggerating; the contents looked as if they might burn through this deck to the next if they weren't careful. She should have known she was interrupting something, but it was a bit too late to turn back now.
"Sorry about that, Doctor. It should only take a moment, but if you like I can just leave a note on your desk about it--I'm just hoping to cancel a prescription that a crewman has had a bit too long; the sleeping pills he was prescribed by a family doctor are beginning to cause some unpleasant side effects. I don't have authorization for any medications, you see, and I thought you might be able to advise on the safest way to discontinue that kind of medication as well." She paused, then added, "It's not really an immediate issue, so if you'd prefer I could also help you with the inventory you're working on."
Perhaps a second pair of hands would help both their tasks go a bit faster, so that Dr. Trea wouldn't be saddled with this on his own. After all, the task seemed a bit boring for someone as well trained as a Starfleet Doctor, and that probably caused at least part of the irritation that she was seeing.
Oh, Great Fire, he'd caused offence again. The people on this ship really did seem to hang on each other for reassurance that they were all in this together, not happy to see each other unless they knew that they were all happy together. Codependent to the bitter, awkward, socially stunted end. But he didn't begrudge her that - it wasn't like most people on the ship were as dour and humourless as him, either. He wasn't even sure that he really was this humourless in real life - but then, this was real life now, so how he presented himself was just him, and would be judged in real time; such was the way of things.
"Don't be sorry," he assured her, "if this couldn't wait at all, I would've said so. I have five minutes to cancel a prescription. Haven't we signed you into the network yet, or don't counsellors get that access?" He was angling for the position at one point - but if there was red tape involved, he might be finding himself glad he didn't bother. "Who's the crewman, and what's the medication?" Oran headed to a surgical table and pulled his PADD from its surface, examining it for a moment. Then he looked at Amynta, face neutral and receptive, waiting with typing fingers poised.