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[it's a personal decision to never step into the labs. Sure, she'll walk past it, maybe linger in the doorway if she feels up to it, but otherwise? She gives it as wide a berth as she can.

It's on one of these passes that she spots Maggie. She's long been used to people coming and going, and seeing someone taking up her friend's spot isn't a surprise in the least. She'd already spent enough time being upset, and it wasn't Maggie's fault. She had to keep that in mind.

She doesn't step into the lab. She barely leans in the door. But she does make herself known, heavy bootsteps against the floor and a quick knock on the door to announce her presence]

Making yourself at home, dear?

[Maggie looks up, just as she's sorting through all the medical utensils - nothing too out of the ordinary that she can find. Still, it strikes her that now she's going to be responsible for people's care should anyone ever get injured. She was essentially their doctor. It would be a bit hard to avoid being here if people actually needed her, right? That almost made her feel guilty.]

Tryin' to, I guess. Don't have any other choice.

[Closing the drawer she had been poking into, Maggie crosses her arms.]

Doesn't this place bother anyone? Everything seems so - [She gestured wordlessly.] relaxed.

[there's a couple of ways to instantly earn Tempest's interest and respect, and Maggie hits one of those buttons almost instantly. She crosses his arms as well and takes the smallest of steps to lean against the door proper]

It is not as relaxed as it would seem, I can assure you. Not everyone enjoys it here. [and she frees a hand to give a little finger wave]

The only reason I am not bothered, per say, is because I have done this before, and there are others here that I met the last time. So it makes it easier.

Easier, but not perfect.

[She nods, understanding.]

Just tryin' to get by, however possible that is. I can understand that.

[Maggie steps closer, still somewhat gauging whether to trust this one or not. She seemed sensible compared to Bones who had wanted to get drunk when he showed and others who had long accepted their situation. She seemed to accept it but not without her own reasons]

How long have you been here?

Mmm, exactly. [she offers Maggie a small smile] "Getting by" is the best way to put it, I think.

[she wouldn't consider herself sensible, but she tries. She isn't complacent, though; far from it, and she may be calm but the urge to fight against their captors is constant. She's just waiting for the chance]

I have been here four months. Not very long, compared to some.

So everyone's different then. Good to know I'm not the only one still getting used to this place. Not that I figured I was just - here specifically. The SS Golden.

[And it's nice that there's someone who is on the same page more or less. They both aren't happy with this place and are biding their time.]

Never been in space before. I kinda like having my feet firmly on the ground, I think.

[Though having weird synthetic food was better than no food at all, so she won't be picky there.]

I can assure you that you aren't. Some people may be right at home with all of this, but there are others who are completely lost.

[she tilts her head, before she nods in agreement. She finds herself sighing]

I did not know travel through the stars was possible, so I am with you there. This is not even a thought where I am from.

It's possible where I'm from, but it takes years of training and you don't just get thrown onto a space ship right out of the gate.

[And she doubts there's anyone alive left that even has such training.]

I definitely don't have the know how - or I didn't before they stuck whatever the augment is in my head.

You have to . . . train to go into space? [that sounds a little silly to her, but she has no idea what goes into any of it]

Mm, most of the things the augment - "teaches" me are things I would not have known before.

Yeah, last I checked. Somethin' about learning how to fly space ships like this. Though I guess no one needs to take years to learn it here.

[Seriously, the augment was only slightly handy and that was why.]

I guess with my augment it's the same - I knew basic first aid and some other things, though. My father was a veterinarian.

Ah - yes, that would make sense. I thought you were being literal about it.

[welcome to how words work with Tempest, she'll take most things literally]

A - veterinarian? I'm afraid I do not know what that is.

That's alright - sorry for the confusion.

[She smiles a bit while shrugging.]

A doctor but for animals. Since animals aren't so different from people when it gets down to basics, it isn't too hard to adapt for me. Just takes time like anythin' else.

No, no - it is my fault. I should apologize in advance - I take quite a bit literally.

[she says it with her own smile, amused at her own expense. She knows how she is, may as well put it out there]

Oh - I did not know doctors could specialize in that. Though - mm, you will be able to adapt just fine, I think. Not that it is necessary very often, here.

Hey, it happens to the best of us.

[And Maggie can be kind of abrasive at her worst. At least she's eased up slowly from 'survival mode' and is starting to get used to being on the SS Golden little by little.]

They do. Someone has to make sure animals live just as long as people. If taken care of right they live even longer, most of the time. I guess it's a good thing to put somethin' like that to use here whether or not people get injured often. It's nice to have options.

If you say so. I am not familiar with a lot of . . . modern sayings, so they - how do they say it - fly into my head?

[over, Tempest. They fly over your head. Though Maggie doesn't have to worry; Tempest is abrasive at times, even at her best. She's in good company]

I think, where I am from, the regular physicians are the ones who take care of the animals when they are ill - or the healers, if it is a smaller village. And it is - I can heal, but I am not a fully trainer healer, so a proper doctor is always preferable to have around.

Over. Fly over your head.

[She doesn't even laugh, feeling a bit of empathy for the girl. She was probably so out of place with a lot of things in the fleet that Maggie already found commonplace.]

Hm. I take it you lived in one of those smaller villages? I don't know what your training was like but if you have questions maybe I can help.

Ah, yes, that. See?

[she's incredibly out of place, even if she's embraced more modern clothes. But only because hoodies, to her, are a fascinating and amazing clothing]

I did, mm. And it was mostly - along the lines of physicians? Just with magic mixed in with it. [she smiles a bit] I will certainly turn any questions I have to you.

I don't really understand - what magic is there?

[Someone has never seen magic before.... and that someone is her.]

[healing magic is incredibly hard to demonstrate, but . . . Tempest tilts her head]

Would you like me to show you?

If you want to.

[She's a bit apprehensive what this 'magic' would entail. It sounds interesting.]

I would not offer if I didn't.

[it's probably not surprising that a woman like Tempest keeps sharp things on her person; she draws a knife from her boot and uses it to slice her palm - not too deeply, but enough to draw blood.

She holds that hand out so Maggie can see, next. The language she speaks isn't anything from Earth, but it's lilting and sing-song, and as she recites the spell she lays her hand over the wound, concentrating.

And when she moves it, after a faint, light glow, the wound she made is gone]

Wha- [Maggie reacts as soon as she slices open her palm, concern making her act. She still believed this girl truly was somehow strange in the head with all this magic talk but then she starts speaking and then the wound is gone.]

Wow.

[She stares, before reaching out to examine her hand which is now devoid of a cut or mark to even show there had even been one in the first place.]

[she lets Maggie examine her hand, lips curled in a faint grin. There is no sign that there ever was a cut there]

Ta-da?

That's... ah... somethin' else? How are you not the Lab Support here?

[For real - she makes her medical skills look like child's play.]

Likely because it is not a job that suits me. And in the event of an emergency, I am no more useful than someone without magic.

[she knows more than she's letting on, but even given the lab augment, she'd be angry about it. She hasn't wanted that sort of job since she was a child - the one she has now suits her much better]

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