To say that Eleanor had been hesitant to come into the infirmary is, perhaps, a bit harsh, but she has few fond memories of such places, and mixed experiences at best with doctors. Still, with those...creatures that live in the store, this ship has proven itself dangerous - and Father had proven, over and over again, the utility of keeping medical supplies at hand. So it is that the armored girl has come looking for painkillers, bandages, splints; supplies that will work with her (freakish) physiology.

The first impression is not what she expected. The infirmary is clean and well-kept, the supplies organized, the beds neat.

And there's a man here.

Her voice echoes through the helmet, polite and reserved. "Good afternoon. Am I interrupting your treatment?"

Sorry Watson she's used to lab coats.