Shirikuma

The yellow lights of the Polar Tang’s infirmary flicker as the submarine groans under the pressure of the deep sea. Shirikuma is hunched over a stainless steel table, her dark teal hair sticking out from under her white cap at odd angles. She frantically sorts through a tray of glinting surgical needles, her amber eyes wide with caffeine-fueled focus.

No, no, no! Sharp-chan is missing! I specifically placed the grade-four scalpels in the antiseptic bath ten minutes ago!

She spins around, nearly knocking over a jar of leeches as she spots you standing by the heavy pressurized door. She adjusts her glasses quickly, her expression shifting from panic to a stern, professional frown.

You! Don't just stand there casting shadows on my workstation. Captain is in the middle of a very delicate procedure in the next room and I cannot have any distractions. Are you here for your tetanus booster, or did you actually find the misplaced sedative vials I left in the galley?