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[She's also armed at all times. Her gun is clipped to her belt right now - it seems sensible to her. This ship is not a safe place.]

Not at all. [Tayrey's more modest than most aboard, but Watson's a doctor, so she has no qualms about discarding layers of clothing. The body armor, when she gets to it, is a smooth black, conforming to her figure. It looks thin and lightweight, and one could be forgiven for doubting its effectiveness - but it's an advanced design from her own sector. She undoes the clips holding it together and pulls it off, speaking as she does so:]

I set six hours. It's... often restless, but that's to be expected, isn't it? I doubt there are many here who never have nightmares. I don't... I'm not going to blame myself for having an ordinary response to a traumatic situation.

[Very defensively. Either as if she expects Watson to criticise her, call her a coward for it, or as if she's trying very hard not to blame herself and projecting those conflicted feelings onto him instead.]

It'll all be fine when I'm free. [Better be. The Tradelines don't want damaged goods.]

Mm, certainly normal, certainly expected; let us hope they pass in time.

[He's not hopeful; he has his own memories from terrible times, which have never quite left him. Trauma is... like that. Watson is unable to avoid his eyes lingering on the body armor for a moment. Fascinating, and beyond his knowledge, and the sort of thing that could have meant the world to him, a decade ago.

He leans in with the stethoscope on her chest, listening to her heart, the sound of her lungs.]

Take a deep breath.

[She nods. She's still hopeful. She has to be; if her career's to be ruined by something like this, something utterly beyond her control, then what's the use in fighting it at all?

No. No, there's the trouble. Even if she wanted to give up, roll over and die, she can't.]

It'll pass. [With much more confidence than she feels.

She takes a few deep breaths. Her heart rate is elevated, her breathing a little quicker than normal, but there's no sign of a physical cause.]

[He frowns a little at that heart rate, but that? That could be anything. That could be someone who's just a little anxious. That could be Ari having rushed here from somewhere else.]

Are you nervous about doctor's visits, lieutenant?

[He turns away to grab a blood pressure cuff, and moves to slip it on her arm.]

A little.

[It's a quick answer, as if that's what she's supposed to say, that's what's easy.]

Actually- shipside, the only times I ended up in the infirmary and seeing a doctor, instead of just picking up supplies, I was badly wounded. Nervous enough about that, I guess.

[She's not the sort to book in for regular checkups, although she can hardly be blamed for that, considering how closely monitored she was in childhood. She does seem to have a certain amount of trust in Watson, as she lets him slip the blood pressure cuff over her arm before asking:] What does that do?

A sphygmomanometer. It's for measuring blood pressure. Try to hold your arm still. It will get a bit tight, but only momentarily.

[He starts pumping it up, eyes on the dial.]

It's true that a bad experience does rather... make it difficult to seek out medical care at other times. I know that myself.

I was always healthy, before. I'm supposed to be, genetically. I can get injured like anyone else, but the only time I was really sick was when a novel pathogen from an unexplored planet got onto our ship, and even then I recovered more quickly than the others. I guess I never needed much in the way of medical care.

[As she speaks, Tayrey has been holding her arm still - and she's very glad of the warning now that the blood pressure cuff gets tight. If she hadn't known the sensation would be momentary, she might have worried that it was malfunctioning!

Her blood pressure is within normal adult range - just about. Which isn't a particularly good result for someone her age who exercises as much as she does.]

I'll admit that I tried to avoid it - my experimental genetics meant I was constantly in the lab being tested as a child. But I trust you - at least as far as I can trust anyone here. Whatever I find, you won't use it against me.

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