The tricorder continued to beep normally as she went through the scan. As she was scanning and recording the information for future use in the medical section of the personnel file, she answered the question. "Well, you don't have to worry about that Ms. Jones." Alyssa replied, "As you were smart enough to report in upon my request."
First, she got her pulse down. It was in normal parameters for a Vulcan, so she went on to the next type of scan. Blood pressure was good as well and it seemed that the passage ways of the veins and arteries had only minimal clogging to the point where the tricorder could barely pick it up. "You are clear." Alyssa said. "Feel free to return back to work now, but don't forget to stop by next week for an update to a neurological scan. You never know when an Alien might mess with your mind."
"Thank you, doctor," T'Ra remarked. "I shall remember to do so." Hopping off the bed, her feet hit the floor with a faint smack, and she began walking back out of sickbay. Some of the doctor's replies were a bit odd. T'Ra was unable to learn much about Meadow's personality based on her responses. Meadows did answer her question, just not directly. Was she hiding something? Was she another loon? The doctor had mentioned something about an Alien messing with her mind. To whom was she referring to? By definition, Meadows, a human, could be considered an alien to someone like T'Ra, who was a Vulcan. Is this what the doctor was hinting at? It would be an interesting experiment, T'Ra decided, to purposefully not stop by later for a neurological scan. With that in mind, she left sickbay.
T'Ra walked down the hall towards the turbolift, passing many crewman along the way. They came from different departments, some heading towards sickbay, and she did not recognize most of their faces. At last she made it to the turbolift, and once the doors shut, she was alone again with only her thoughts to keep her company. Sometimes she preferred it that way. "Deck eight," she told the computer, and soon it began to hum as it carried her swiftly to her destination. The doors swished open and T'Ra stepped out. It was awfully quiet, an odd occurrence at any location on the ship, odd at least to T'Ra. She cocked her head, looking both ways as far as her eyes could see. She neither saw nor heard anyone, not the slightest peep, so presumably they were all on their way to sickbay for a checkup or reporting to their posts as ordered by Lieutenant Commander Brown.
She made her way to the science lab, her steps brisk and silent. Upon entering the room itself, she could she the silhouette of a woman standing far in the corner working independently on a project. As T'Ra took a step closer, a couple physical features became noticeable. From where she stood, all T'Ra could see was the blue uniform that the woman wore and her short brown hair.