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Bones sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.  ”Of course.  Right away.” she muttered and stood up.  She walked over to Carol and waited for her to lead the way, grabbing some supplies.  ”Can’t have one day without an engineer getting hurt.”

Carol gave the sympathetic smile, shoulders tensing lightly when the female stood up; causing Carol to take a defensive step back, just as a measure of things that had happened during their time on the Enterprise. It wasn't as if she didn't trust Bones, of course she did; but things had made her weary. “Of course not, ma'am. I am sorry that this comes as such an inconvenience for you.”

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       { Betty didn’t get what the other woman was talking about, especially when it came to the ‘beaming’ part but she nodded nonetheless. } I’m Betty Ross.

         { Carol gave a nod of her head when the woman finally introduced herself, and it seemed that she was a little confused by the entire situation; which in all honesty, didn't surprise Carol in the least. }

         “It's a pleasure to meet you, Betty. You do look rather confused. What has you so?”

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Jim could see she was pissed with him and he pursed his lips. He knew she had a point… He just hated being the patient… Not being in control. That’s why he liked being a Captain so much! "Fine." He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest and exhaling in defeat. "I will go. But there will be nothing wrong and you will look really silly being all concerned." Jim muttered like a sulking child. He did understand and he knew it was serious but he wasn’t convinced he needed to go. This felt like overkill.

         I do recommend that you come with me, sir. As much as you might hate it, this could well be the decider between your living and dying. Of course, it might not be anything, but it is mandatory to check on whether or not you have caught something, and god forbid that it be contagious, otherwise you might well have just infected the entire of your crew, and I dare say Doctor McCoy will have more than a few bones to pick with you, Captain. I do understand that this might all be for nothing, but it is better to check than leave it.

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How are you?

I am well, Doctor. Dare I ask how well you fair?

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"Well as they say, patience is a virtue." Jamie smirked.  "We are not sure what is.  Nothing on our database like it.  It is on the planet below.  We have Bones and Scotty looking at it right now.  Mister Spock suggested for you to look at it."

“That was a rather sensible observation on Commander Spock's side, I should say. I do think I should take a look, especially if you have never seen anything like it. It might be dangerous, or loaded with anything within the space law.” Carol nodded, brows furrowing slightly. “Could you take me to see this object?”

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   ” Yes. I replaced Mr. Chekov during the… y’know, when he was promoted ta First Engineer? “

          “I suppose that is a plausible answer, although I do have to ask to see your clearance badge, sir.”

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Spock nodded, lifting the PADD and scanning the lines of text with a precise gaze. He was tired, but not tired enough to not do his work. His fingers danced over the screen, correcting and annotating details that had been missing or misremembered. On the whole, however, it was good.

"A fine piece of work." He said softly.

Carol could see the lack of interest in his eyes, but it wasn't something she would talk about; because that would be seen as improper and not appropriate during the work hours, and she wasn't entirely willing to get a rant from either Spock or Doctor McCoy, perhaps even the Captain. Hence her stance, straight up tight and pursed lips; waiting for his evaluation of how well she had remembered the last mission. A warm smile came to her lips when he spoke and her head nodded slightly.

“If there is anything missing, could you add to it, Commander?”

“Commander Spock? A word please.”

"Commander Marcus?" He raised one elegantly arched eyebrow slightly. "That was five words, but do continue."

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i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u!! beautiful!!!

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     I am, yes. Where’s first on the agenda?

         I suggest that I show you where the med bay is, and then the Mess Hall.

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“Not at all, Doctor. I'm afraid to report another injury down in the Engineering section. Some Ensign has caught their arm in one of the machines and cannot retrieve their arm. I do ask that you accompany me down to the deck.”

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Lina was reading her PADD.  She looked up as she heard footsteps walking towards.  She gave a small smile to Carol.  ”Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked, furrowing her brows.  ”Didn’t get injured, did you?”

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Thanks for the warm welcoming.  I have a job for you.  Need you to open something up.  Hopefully, it won’t be like last time.

“I do apologize, Captain. I have been dealing with Ensigns all morning that know nothing about weapons nor do they know where they're going around the ship. Rather stressful morning. Of course, what do you need opening up, Captain?”

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He nodded and folded his hands neatly behind his back, dropping his gaze so that is flickered over her face and the features he had come to memorise as part of his crew.

"I am certain it is not, you would call me over for just that? I think not."

“You would be correct in assuming so, Commander. I have the report here that you asked for, I completed it this morning and saw fit to give it to you as soon as possible. Would you like to check it for me? I think there might be a few missing details from the last mission, and I hope that you can add to the report before giving it to the Admiral.” Carol nodded, holding out the PADD to Spock, a pursed lip expression climbing over her expression.

“Commander Spock? A word please.”

"Commander Marcus?" He raised one elegantly arched eyebrow slightly. "That was five words, but do continue."

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     ”I’m fairly certain that I’m not just from another time— er, to whom am I addressing, exactly?”

[ She beams and smiles at the date. ]

     ”Really? We’ve got warp capabilities in only two hundred years?" [ She clutches her device to her chest and smiles. ]

     ”So when you say the best, you mean there’s more than one Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise? That’s quite cool. I’m Jemma Simmons, by the way. I’m also a doctor— but not a medical kind, though I could be. Hello.”

         “Not another time, I don't think. You might have beamed into the future, by accident. We have been having a few problems with the beaming pad, so that might have been what that accident was the other day. It may have been overloaded and that means that it beamed people aboard that knew nothing about the ship.. Right.” { She's now talking to herself, because this is the most important subject at present. }

         “Yes, we became very advanced in the last hundred years or so, and beaming was established about one hundred and fifty years ago. It's been a while, but we still have problems here and there. Glitches, and whatnot. It's not been perfected, as you can see.”

         “You are addressing Doctor Carol Marcus, nor am I a Doctor. I simply have a doctorate and I address advanced weaponry. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Simmons. I assumed you're not married by there being no wedding ring on your finger, unless you've taken it off; and then I apologize for assuming. But you do seem rather young to be married.”

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Nyota laughed gently, “No need to be quite so formal, Doctor Marcus. Just be sure it makes it to me today.” She offered her a friendly smile this time. She understood how important this was, which was good, but Nyota wasn’t forcing her into handing them over, just checking. She knew they were all very busy down here.

Another nod of her head when Nyota spoke of being formal, and she was entirely certain that her cheeks had changed to a brighter shade of red, almost as red as an Engineering's shirt. A shake of her head soon followed and her hands moved to rest by her crotch, folded neatly; a habit she must have picked off of Spock, from watching him so often, because he was─as he, himself, would say─simply fascinating.

“Of course, Lieutenant. How silly of me.”

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Scotty shrugged.at Carol’s words. Everything had gotten rather chaotic, he didn’t blame her. It’s not like every issue could be fixed before it became a bigger one. “We came ou’ta tha’ alive, don’ think i’s worth feelin’ bad abou’ anymore.”

Carol smiled a little more at Scotty's words before pressing her lips out at the thought of what they actually doing. "Very true words there, Lieutenant." She said with a nod of her head, gaze shooting around the room as they walked, her arms pressed firmly against her sides, keeping a stance that said she was ready for almost anything. "So, where are we going now?"

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[Another good impression.  It seems he can do no right as far as this woman is concerned.]

Mind was elsewhere, Dr. Marcus.

[Expression softens at his words, a short nod and a half smile.]

“Of course, Doctor McCoy. Why don't you take a break? I am certain that your relief wouldn't mind stepping in for a few extra hours.”

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"Oh…"

         “Shall we take you down to Med Bay, Ensign?”