Donnie's Quarters - Day 31 - Evening - closed/finished

[nurse_cchapel]

For the second day in a row, the end of Christine's shift in medical could not come fast enough. Yesterday, anxiety was eating her alive. Today, relief was overwhelming and she had a conversation she was determined to have before she crashed for the night. Call it the follow up to the conversation that had struck a good bit of this in motion

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[im_a_donnie]

Conversely, Donnie was just about to head out to help in engineering. Forget the fact that, despite what Christy had told him the previous day, Donnie had already had a full day of it. He sincerely doubted anyone had told the nurse about alpha-shift. Besides, it wasn't as if he was walking around during it. Sitting, testing, experimenting, it wasn't exactly nose to the grindstone sort of work. (At least not in the classical sense.)

And then the door chimed. No, it couldn't be. Moving with suspicion to the door he manually opened it. There she was. He was honestly shocked.

"If-if this is about alpha-shift, I can explain," he said, his hands up defensively, PADD hanging from clinched fingers in his right hand.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Alpha shift?" Christine blinked. That was probably some sort of reference to her actual nursing tasks, wasn't it? Oh, well. "You can explain later."

She made a vague sort of hand gesture that ended up with her pointing a finger at his chest, giving it a sort of jab in what he was supposed to interpret as 'invite me in, gosh darn you!' Whether or not he did that was up to him. Wording was iffy, too. He could be a bit off on that.

"Right now, Donald Beck, I have news for you."

[im_a_donnie]

Despite himself, Donnie found himself indeed backing up at the really annoying jab of her finger to his chest. Honestly, she could have just asked.

"Hey, hey! What's this all about?" he said, expressing that aggravation. "Please, come in, have a seat, make yourself at home. Just stop poking me and calling me Donald!"

He slid the door closed behind her. He sighed and looked at her, waiting for her to have her say.

[nurse_cchapel]

No, no sitting, thank you very much. Then she would get comfortable and off-topic and she'd just have to come have this conversation a different time. She did, however, find a nice piece of furniture to stand beside as she recrossed her arms and turned to him.

And then there went the arms, untucking to making a double-handed, out-to-the-side, widely recognized gesture for inquiring as to the sanity of the receiver of the gesture, the situation observed, or existence in general.

"He doesn't want to sleep with me at all!" That seemed a good enough segue into the conversation.