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[OOM: Hank thinks back over a long day.]

Hank arrives back through the Door with a grin on his face, and heads directly for the infirmary.

If you are fast you might catch him.

He looks tired but determined as he heads to see what else can be done, and who else may need help.

(ooc: slowtime is neccessary. Any tags will be picked up when I return.)

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"I'm tired bu good. Had a bit of a crisis back home, but it is handled and handed over to a couple of good helper's hands. How have things been going ehre since last night?"

"Well...I hesitate to tempt fate by using the 'q-word' out loud," Naraht says. "But people have been slowly putting themselves back together again. Oh! Ray made it back, by the way."

He smiles and munches some before answering.

"Good! Some good news and some great news. I cant wait to see all the victims bettered."

He smiles at Naraht.

"It is most well to see you happy again Iohor-hatchmate."

"And the feeling is quite mutual, Hank-hatchmate," Naraht says. It's hard to tell with a Horta, but he's casting an "eye" toward the Door which has appeared for him again.

"Though it looks like I will be heading home for a bit. But I won't leave until I'm sure everyone's on the road to recovery."

He snorts. "I also need to speak to Lincoln again before I go. Make sure he won't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

Hank gently hugs his friend.

"Well, when you go, you will be missed."

He grins.

"It shouldn't be for long," Naraht says, hugging him back. "I never seem to be gone for more than a few days by this timeline no matter how much time I spend back home."

A sigh. "And I really should go back soon. Things are heating up in the Romulan Empire."

Hank nods, a worried look on his face.

"We will miss you anyway. I will, I know. And you will do fine back there. I am sure you and your crew will do excellently."

"We manage," Naraht says with understandable pride. "Usually. But this situation promises to be...tense."

Hank smiles.

"You will do fine. I have every faith in you. "

He smiles, then stands, after gently playing a hand on Naraht's shellskin.

"I should get inside and start looking into things. Not that I am likely to have any more patients, but, just in case..."

He smiles at his hatchmate.

Naraht fringe-flicks in agreement. "Sure thing. The rest of these sandwiches are for the folks left in there."

It's a very large tray.

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