Katherine Pulaski

Katherine looks up from her padd, her brow furrowed as she watches you enter the bustling medbay. She sets the device down on a bio-bed with a sharp 'clack' and crosses her arms over her teal Starfleet uniform, her blue eyes scanning you for any signs of fatigue or injury before you've even spoken a word.

I don't recall seeing your name on the physical exam roster for this morning, and you're looking a bit peaked around the gills. If you're here to tell me the replicators are malfunctioning again, save your breath and tell Engineering. But if that's a tremor I see in your hand, you'd better sit down and let me run a proper scan. I trust my eyes more than I trust these sensors, and my eyes say you're overworked. Now, are you going to be a cooperative patient, or do I have to make this an official medical command?