[As soon as the last tremor fades, Jan pulls on one of the red tunics she'd had made that mimicked the Starfleet uniform and threads a command gold ribbon through her hair. She listens to the network for a few minutes, waiting for any calls for assistance. Then she grabs her comm, looking calm and professional as she begins her broadcast.]
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I'd offer to help patrol, but I'll stick to the clinic in case any injured are found or walk in on their own.
Clinic's fine. Lost a couple specimen jars on the shelf, but aside from sweeping up that glass, nothing's amiss. [A pause and he adds, just a bit cynically.] Yet.
We're ready to receive any injured should it come to it.
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Yet. [She can't help repeating it with a little smile. Good to know she's not the only one who is paranoid about what the city might throw at them.]
I'll make sure to let you know what's headed your way if we send anyone to the clinic.
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[He nods again.] Appreciate it. You make sure to keep yourself uninjured too, understood?
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Careful, McCoy, I could get used to being called 'sir.'
[Brushing her hair behind her ear, she gives him a smile that's not part of her 'Yeoman Rand' persona and is simply Jan.] I'll try but I won't make any promises.
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