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[notabricklayer]

((OOM: Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence. Except when there is some really horrible singing))

The door slides open with a muted whoosh, and one man in blue scrubs stumbles through, scrubbing at his face, hypospray hanging loosely from his other hand

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[pattersongs]

"Surprised?" asks the ruddy-skinned fellow with the large dark eyes and the forehead marking. Head formation included, he's of a respectable height for a human. Even though he's obviously not. "Look as if this place caught you unawares. Suggest deep breaths, counting to five."

Even if he left all the words in his sentences he'd sound like a hyperactive hamster. Without them, the hamster is on coffee.

[pattersongs]

"Indeed. Have very strong suspicion salarian matriarchs pursue similar policy with particularly annoying offspring," says Mordin. "Try to avoid politics regardless. Retired from government service, very happy to be running clinic now. Keeps me busy and presents challenges worth handling."

[notabricklayer]

Again there's a pause while he translates that, trying to figure out what the sentences mean when they've been fed a good meal and allowed to get some fresh air.

"Clinic? You're a doctor where you're from?" Why yes, that's McCoy's professional antennae well and truly perked up.

[pattersongs]

Mordin nods rapidly. "Dr. Mordin Solus, currently of Omega station's newest clinic," he says. "Also formerly professor of biological and sociological studies. Among other things. Probably emeritus now- haven't checked."

[notabricklayer]

McCoy has a brief moment of sympathy for Mordin's students. Poor young idiots.

"Doctor Leonard McCoy, CMO of StarFleet's USS Enterprise." He replies in turn, with a crooked little-boy grin.

[pattersongs]

"Pleasure is mine," says Mordin. "Would welcome you to Milliways but suspect you have seniority over me in that regard. Only been here a few days myself. Busy investigating the place before returning. Worth learning about. Doubtful the opportunity arises often."

[notabricklayer]

"I've been pulled here from time to time. Wasn't expecting it today - just glad it didn't happen earlier today. I'm fairly sure this place isn't equipped to deal with an epidemic." McCoy grouses, eying the bar.

[pattersongs]

"Potential for transmission here incredible," Mordin agrees. "Seen the medical area briefly. Woefully undersized for transient multi-species population. Isolation and quarantine simply not a possibility. Have yet to isolate water source, either. Probably feeds both bar and upstairs rooms, could result in any number of undetected cases until far too late."

[notabricklayer]

"Woefully undersized for basic surgery - I had a multiple thoracic trauma victim... the 'victim' part being debatable, but the whole thing was terribly cramped. I suspect the whole place is a bit of an afterthought." He grumps, rolling his eyes.