#preconceptionschallenged
@preconceptionschallenged// Trip ;;
He smiled at her as she looked him over, more out of instinct than him thinking it would have any effect on a Vulcan. “Not exactly,” he said slowly. He stuck his tongue in his cheek as he looked around the room. Now it came to it, it was a little hard to explain.
“We’re going to have a group of aliens visit. Vinashti, they’re called. They’re going to put a parasite in the warp engine and we need to get it out without damaging anything and without anyone knowing.” He stopped to breathe and hoped T’Lar wouldn’t be completely skpetical.
T’lar wondered why a complete stranger would approach him in this manner if they were not in need of medical assistance. Curiosity got the better of her, however. She decided to hear him out.
She continued working on the patient profiles as he spoke, but with every word her concentration continued to break until she had stopped working altogether and was frozen with a single finger pressing the PADD screen. She looked up with an eyebrow raised. “And how do you know this?” She scanned his uniform for a rank but found she couldn’t figure it out. “I assume you are Starfleet because you were currently standing on a Federation ship,” she said with some annoyance. She was a little warier now. Too many things about the situation were out of the ordinary. “Who are you?”
@preconceptionschallenged// Trip ;;
One of the problems with working with the Temporal Agency was learning who to trust. Fortunately, for this mission, he’d been given a name. Although nothing about why she was trustworthy. Or why they couldn’t have sent someone with the relevant qualifications to begin with.
He’d had a couple of days to settle in, meet the other engineers and do some research. Which was two days more than he had, really, but he’d been hoping to run into Dr. T'Lar in the meantime. Since he hadn’t, he’d gone to visit her in the lab during a time when he hoped she’d be alone.
“Hi,” he said as he entered and spotted her. She was Vulcan and he didn’t know her, so he skipped the small talk and preamble. “Are you busy? I’ve got myself in a mess and heard you were the best person to help me.”
T’lar had a reputation of being what was, in her opinion, Vulcan, but what was, in most other’s opinions, not very friendly. Because of that, many people left her alone while she worked. Small talk had quickly faded away to ‘I guess I should stop trying’, and most eye-contact was nonexistent. People generally avoided her unless they had to.
Which made it much odder when a stranger walked right up to her and began speaking.
T’lar took her time in finishing the task before her. Categorizing patient profiles was simple, mindless work that should have been done by a lower-ranking offer, but she found it somewhat relaxing. It kept her hands busy. It gave her an opportunity to think.
She placed the PADD on the table in front of her and raised her eyes to see a man she had never seen before. She looked him up and down for a moment and made an assessment: he didn’t really look like he was in a mess. But he had come to the right person. If he was in trouble, T’lar would do anything she could to sort it.
The doctor crossed her arms over her chest. “I am available,” she said. “Do you require medical assistance?”
