City Systems & Resources Dept., Lab 4
*Rae's voice can be heard a lab away.*
My Gods, did working for Dr. McKay not teach you to possibly have a little more common sense than the northwest end of a duck? What part of "Don't turn it on yet" did you not understand? Was the idea of my being under the console and in that wiring not give your miniscule brain cells the slightest idea that power up would be a bad thing? That is the 4th time in a week and a half your actions have endangered someone in a post-simulation power up. That's no longer acceptable, Dr. Bridges!
*A female voice responds, but not loudly enough to hear words. The tone is petulant and vaguely whiny.*
That is not a valid excuse. We've all been under stress lately. If you're having that much difficulty, your next step is to consult Dr. Beckett. I'm sure he'd be happy to help or to refer you to Heightmeyer, but you don't bring that into the lab!
*The female voice is sharp now. A few words can be made out. stress... maybe... got laid more often... not all... all four?*
*There's a short period of dead silence, then Rae's voice is crystal clear and icy.*
You're dismissed, Dr. Bridges. Get out of my lab.
My Gods, did working for Dr. McKay not teach you to possibly have a little more common sense than the northwest end of a duck? What part of "Don't turn it on yet" did you not understand? Was the idea of my being under the console and in that wiring not give your miniscule brain cells the slightest idea that power up would be a bad thing? That is the 4th time in a week and a half your actions have endangered someone in a post-simulation power up. That's no longer acceptable, Dr. Bridges!
*A female voice responds, but not loudly enough to hear words. The tone is petulant and vaguely whiny.*
That is not a valid excuse. We've all been under stress lately. If you're having that much difficulty, your next step is to consult Dr. Beckett. I'm sure he'd be happy to help or to refer you to Heightmeyer, but you don't bring that into the lab!
*The female voice is sharp now. A few words can be made out. stress... maybe... got laid more often... not all... all four?*
*There's a short period of dead silence, then Rae's voice is crystal clear and icy.*
You're dismissed, Dr. Bridges. Get out of my lab.