“You seem to have settled in pretty quick, sergeant.”
Avril looked at the medic in the chair in front of her. He was sitting according to character; butt on the edge of the chair so he could slouch comfortably, forearms resting on his spread out thighs.
“Got a t’orough introduction from de doc”, he answered, “an’ quite de load of tips from de ot’er scrubs. Wasn’ dat hard gettin’ in de game.”
“Ran into any trouble?”
He rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “It be… a li’l different treatin’ soldiers on de field. I forgot how dat is. De patients at de hospital eit’er be brought in ‘cause deir officers sent dem, or dey come in by deir own.”
Avril peered at him, waiting.
“I got used to help people when dey be askin’ for it, instead of forcin’em to accept de help dey should wan’.” He spread his hand out in an apologetic gesture.
Avril couldn’t help but smirk. “That’s field work for you, sarge. Welcome back to reality.”
“Yeah, I know. Grunts don’ wan’ be mot’er hen’d, eh. I jus’ not goin’ let dem run around untreated if it not be needed, you know.”
“I don’t expect you to either.” She leaned her arm on the desk. “Anything you noticed that I should know? Morgan, for example, no aftermaths after that strangulation?”
He shook his head. “Not’in’. He was lucky dey got’im free quick enough. An’ dat dem tentacles weren’ so tight. Tiany’s arm be workin’ jus’ fine, no problem havin’er do de exercises. Regular scans on de imps showed not’in’ out of de ordinary. Apart from de usual bruises dey keep havin’ each time dey get out of bed, dey all be good.”
“And Haylen? Is it possible to say exactly what caused that reaction on UR06?”
“I talked to’im, compared de readings to what amps he used at what time, but you know. “Leon shrugged. “Even he don’ know how far he can take it wit’out dem goin’ chains.”
“Chains?” Avril wasn’t very familiar with all the nineteen lingo.
“I see. I’m ordering a stress test from doctor Eira before you go on shore leave. Maybe that will show something new.”
Leon nodded. “Maybe. Speakin’ of stress tests, you haven’ done any regular scan dis round. An’ I noticed your stress levels be kind of high even when de mission be no more dan a milk run. Somet’in’ you wan’ get off dat chest, captain?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Anyone complained that they don’t understand you yet?”
A sly smile spread on his face. “Only when dey don’t like what I’m tellin’em.”
Avril pursed her lips. “You worry about my grunts, and doctor Eira can worry about us officers. How does that sound?”
“Fair enough, captain.”
“If there’s nothing else, I think we’re done here.”
Before he closed the door, she took a deep breath. “I appreciate the concern though, sergeant.”
He looked back at her, nodding, then left.
Avril sighed. Two done, one to go. One more chance for her to lose her face. Next shore leave couldn’t come quick enough…