If anyone who's just been pulled onto this ship understands the need for a thorough medical checkup for the new arrivals, it's Dylan. Dylan, who'd been playing the good Samaritan and pulled a whole bunch of refugees off a damaged drift thinking he could help save them only to find his ship overrun with zombies, including Trance, and himself and Beka infected.
Oh yeah. He gets it.
That doesn't mean he's particularly happy about showing up for shots. He hates shots, and the reassurance that it's 'just a hypospray' does nothing to improve his mood.
(He hates hypos, too.)
So when Dylan arrives in sickbay -- eying the security detail, who really don't need to escort him, but who, again, he understands -- he doesn't wait for the next available medic.
Instead, as soon as Trance's back is turned, he heads straight for the bed nearest her and settles himself on its edge, hands pressed into its surface, and prepares a smile that's more dry resignation than anything else.
It's pretty damn hard to surprise Trance, and he probably won't, but that doesn't stop him trying.
Trance (with pre-arranged threadjacking by Julian :D)
Oh yeah. He gets it.
That doesn't mean he's particularly happy about showing up for shots. He hates shots, and the reassurance that it's 'just a hypospray' does nothing to improve his mood.
(He hates hypos, too.)
So when Dylan arrives in sickbay -- eying the security detail, who really don't need to escort him, but who, again, he understands -- he doesn't wait for the next available medic.
Instead, as soon as Trance's back is turned, he heads straight for the bed nearest her and settles himself on its edge, hands pressed into its surface, and prepares a smile that's more dry resignation than anything else.
It's pretty damn hard to surprise Trance, and he probably won't, but that doesn't stop him trying.
"Hi."