Right. Of course, sir. [Whoops. Knee-jerk reaction to having to do anything to anyone. The commander of all beings doesn't need to be told to sit still. She'll just be getting to work now.]
[She's quiet a good long time, carefully and efficiently treating the array of wounds. When she's done, there's only freshly-healed skin in the rips and tears of his uniform.]
Does everything seem in order from your perspective?
[Because there is no logical reason to speak Spock remains silent and still as she treats his wounds. When she asks for his perspective he studies the locations of his former injuries, nodding when all appears to be in order.] Affirmative. Thank you for your assistance, Nurse. [Expressing gratitude for the successful completion of one's duties is illogical, but Spock is willing to make this concession to Terran culture.]
Of course, sir. [Christine gives a brief, friendly smile, before stepping away to find a PADD. The quicker she records this quick treatment, the quicker she'll know the files are up to date. And efficiency is always a prime goal for her, especially when the Vulcan is around.]
Acknowledged. [He has always admired the efficiency with which she discharges her duties; it is a relief that she does not insist on meaningless smalltalk. Her professionalism mitigates his normal reluctance to engage in conversation, and he is unsure who else to approach with this particular problem.] Nurse, if you have a moment I should like to pose a query that is not strictly related to your duties.
[This leads to a surprise look up from her paperwork. She makes a pretty good confidante and moral compass, particularly among the younger crew members, she knows, but Spock doesn't fit the usual bill.] Of course, sir. Fire away.
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Does everything seem in order from your perspective?
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You're good to go.
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