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Everyone's favorite doctor-stationed-aboard-an-Enterprise (sorry, Bones) is back, this time coming through the door carrying a few petri dishes. Humming cheerfully to himself, he sets the little dishes carefully aside before turning to the Nexus at large. "I've been having the most interesting time relating to the rest of the crew. It certainly isn't unusual to come to one's physician for advice, but they seem disinclined to take the simple approach when it's suggested. Do you suppose it's some peculiar quirk of human psychology that demands an oblique solution, or do they simply need to feel the idea was their own? I'm at something of a loss, myself."