Navarre had not been to the medley since he first inspected his ship. Now there were actual patients there, and it had not taken him long to figure out that one of them was a bit more to Rashly than just another member of her race. "They all suffer from malnutrition, minor bruises, and fatigue." Blue scowled deeply. "A few days rest and they will be back up though." She shook her head slowly. "I'm no Doctor, but I know the psychological healing will be a lot longer and harder to deal with." "Blue," His voice was softer, more sympathetic to his little engineer and what she was going through. "You seem to know this one." "Yes." The responded after a moment of hesitation. "She was a Doctor." She chuckled lightly, "But she couldn't help herself it seems." She paused for another moment. Her expression turning dark and distant. "Father said she had died in a ship explosion a few years back." She reached up and brushed a strand of hair from the woman cheek. "They did reconstructive surgery on her." She shook her head slowly. "But I could still recognize my own Mother." "Your mother?" Navarre was hit hard by the shock of this revelation. "Stay with them." He nodded slowly. "Keep me posted on their progress." He turned and headed out in long, hurried stride. His hands curled into fists.