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[McCoy looks like he needs a bath and a comb to run through his hair. Also, twenty-four hours bed rest. Behind him, there's some activity going on, and the background should be obvious to a few.]

As much as I'd like to be out there, helping you all out, and tending to the wounded on the field, unfortunately, I'm holed up here. [He is sincerely worried and a bit disappointed.] However, since I'm a doctor and not a soldier, this is where I belong. Which is the medical clinic in Solus's temple.

I can't say I'd be much help in terms of the wounded robots and certain alien lifeforms, but for the humans out there: if you're able to get here and need treatment, I'll be available. [curses] It may be difficult, however; the best route here is through the underground tunnels, but since the bugs seem to come from underground, it may be very dangerous and highly risky. I recommend having an escort - a really big, well-armed escort, if possible.

[He pauses a moment to rake hands through his hair. Frustrated that he's kind of helpless.]

If it's an emergency, if anyone can provide the means of transportation, I'm willing to leave. [McCoy glances at origin of noise offscreen, then back again] There's another medic here. Says his name's Ambulance or something. We haven't really had the time to talk. But he's no good for transportation. Something about a "bum leg".

At least none of the damn things have managed to get in here. [infinite grumbling]

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[He looks abashed, and gives a small smile.]

When I came I was carrying about enough groceries for five people for a few days, maybe almost a week. He hasn't been eating right, so. I made him something. I'm also the main chef. You kind of have to pull double duty on a little ship like mine.

[He crosses his arms and screws up his lips.]

I don't know much past basic first aid, but I can take orders. And I'm pretty good with machines. I'd like to help with the robot... patients. It'll be nice to make myself useful at least!

[He leans over the console.]

Just give me the word!

[He pauses to think a moment] Your friend been moody lately? Suffering from insomnia or over-sleeping? Losing interest in his hobbies and the things he enjoys? [pause] I'm askin' if you think he might be depressed. Which wouldn't surprise me, if he's indeed human. If he is depressed, I'm afraid my psychotherapy and psychiatry skills are a bit limited. But, assuming I don't bite it from a centipede biting me in half, I'll... see what I can do.

[but, a small smile] Right. First rule of order: get here safely if you can.

[He swallows and looks around, there's a sort of guilt in his expression.]

Uh. I don't actually know. Cos I just got here, and he's been here for a while. But I do know that if he's depressed, he really won't want anyone talking to him about it or trying to... y'know, shrink him.

[He puts his hand up next to his mouth and whispers.]

He's kind of touchy about stuff like that. He has his own way of doing things.

[He gives a sketchy salute.]

Gotcha! I'll be there Ay Ess Ay Pee!

[smirk] Not many people like bein' "headshrinked", so I'm not surprised. But, y'know, if you think he ever might be a danger to himself or anyone else, you let me know.

[nods] Get t'work.