Patients Rooms 1 (Private and Shared)

The Nagai's expression does not change as Jemima clasps her arm, her dark eyes briefly looking at the hand on her arm before resuming their vigilant scanning of the medcenter's hallways as she says, "Everything is under control for the moment, yes. Looking towards the empty air to her right, the Nagai says, Why don't you go and sit with the Captain Anzhelina? Her eyes following the path one would take from the wall beside her into Adrien's room, the Nagai waits until the image of a tiny, pale skinned Nagai that exists solely in her mind - which is currently being driven by the facet of her personality that believes she is a humanoid male using the alias Grisha - before looking at Jemima and explaining, Captain Picard was born of human and Firrerreo parents, which gives him the unique physiology you mentioned. He has recovered from far worse wounds more quickly in the past," the Nagai's expression is momentarily troubled as she voices the last statement in a tone suggesting she is thinking aloud more than anything else, but soon resumes the intent, stoic, and watchful characteristics it has evinced as she scans the halls pensively, falling silent for a moment.

The Nagai's eyes blink rapidly and repeatedly as the fingers of her right hand tremble visibly, her posture going slightly slack for a brief instant while an internal struggle occurs; the facets of her trifurcated mind unknowingly contending for dominance now that the situation has become less stressful. While the fragment that knows itself as Constanza is typically the dominant one during times of non-duress, the fragment that knows itself as Forseti retains the forefront of the Nagai's consciousness for now - the fact that Draykon may still be in danger enabling the fragment to justify remaining dominant - and the Nagai's hand and eyes still once more as, her voice remaining low and throaty, she asks Jemima, apparently apropo of nothing, "Do you still wish to leave Honoghr, Miss Sacharo?"

Erly had quietly stayed out of the way once the hospital personnel took over. She fussed with the sleeves of Adrien's jacket as she slowly made her way towards the room where they had moved the captain to. She was in time to pick up on the conversation between the Nagai and the young woman who was apparently the doctor. She had immediately picked up on the fact that the Nagai addressed the captain as Picard. Now, she didn't recall Adrien ever mentioning his name to be Picard, so he was either hiding his full/true name, or the Nagai was covering for him for some reason. She wasn't all that surprised; being in this line must earn you some major enemies. And there's nothing better than kicking a man with his pants down if he's an enemy. So she committed this to memory and made sure not to address him as Adrien anymore until she knew what was going on.

She also noticed offhand how quickly the big Mandalorian had taken off when he heard a scream. She briefly entertained the idea of following him to see what piqued his interest, but decided instead to stick to the doctor and the Nagai. It was then that she heard a soft fluting call, and looked down to see the dwarf nuna had followed her into the hospital and were now excitedly calling to her. She placed her index finger to her lips and said, "Shush! You're not even supposed to be here!"

Amazingly, the creatures complied and went silent. Straightening up at this, she nodded and turned her attentions back to the Nagai.

The Nagai nods, unsmiling and intent, as she says to Jemima solemnly, "Your chance may have arrived Miss Sacharo. Placing a pale, thin fingered hand gently on Jemima's arm, the Nagai leads her into Adrien's room so that they have some degree of privacy for what she has to say. Releasing Jemima's arm once they are inside the room, the Nagai speaks in a low voice as, her voice remaining a throaty and almost masculine one, she explains, Anzhelina, Janine, and I have served under Captain Picard before, and we will be joining his crew now. Before you decide to join us, there are things you must know, she cautions Jemima. We do not know those that are serving on the crew of Picard's ship now, for one. We will be aligning ourselves with beings that are . . . of a different sort than you are accustomed to. Do not give your trust to them unreservedly. You should also know that you will be joining the crew of a ship that is involved in activities of a . . . less than legal variety. To accompany us, you must understand that you are likely to find yourself in danger of one kind or another. Picard has many enemies, he is not likely to be safe here for long. We will need to find a way to get him to the Midnight Shadow and away from Honoghr as soon as he is stable enough to be moved to the Shadow's medbay."

The Nagai does not add that having a qualified medic aboard the ship will be necessary, trusting that Jemima knows that without being reminded of it, and she falls silent after making Jemima aware of what she will be taking on should she choose to join the crew. After a pause to allow Jemima to consider all that she has been told, the Nagai asks her, "So, Miss Sacharo, are you prepared to leave your life here behind, knowing now all that leaving will involve?"

Jemima pondered everything, analyzing the facts as they were presented to her. She knew she was not likely to be going for a blue milk run with anyone she might meet in her life. From the beginning to now, she had learnt that it was a fact, life was seldom easy, fair or rational. But on the other hand, the one thing Jemima craved was acceptance. The only people she had ever had that from was her parents, and while she loved them for that, she needed the same feeling from others. Considering that she had tried this academically, and professionally, and been rebuffed, who was to say that the same would be of these people? Grisha, for all her multiple personality issues or schizophrenia, did not even hesitate the moment they met. It won Jemima's loyalty the most. The young woman didn't care for the captain...all right, that was not true. But rather, she was driven to make her decision mostly based on Grisha/Anzhelina/Janine, and anyone else, well, that would be something for the future. But right now, she made her decision because of her friend.

Her only friend.

So she wanted to make sure that Grisha knew that "I trust you."

She tilted her head when she heard someone knocking on the door and telling them that they're needed back on the ship. I wonder if they ever have a down time? She looked over at Grisha and smiled, then headed over to Captain "Picard's" bed. If they wanted the man in the ship, there was no way now that Jemima would not be going with them. They say that when you saved a man's life, you become responsible for him in more ways than one. She supposed that saying held true now for her, because she felt an odd bond to him, like she would take it very hard if something bad happened to him and she wasn't nearby to do something about it. She wasn't the best doctor around, but she knew enough, and she was confident in her knowledge. Fortunately, everything the man needed to keep his life support systems working was on mobile platforms, for emergency movement at the drop of a hat. She simply wheeled around the bed and started pushing the bed towards the door, looking towards Grisha expectantly.

"Even if I don't agree with everything else that you've stated you and your crew get involved in," she said in her strong Coruscanti accent, "there's two reasons why I'm still coming with you: One, you're my friend, who I trust, regardless of what you've just told me about being trusting, and I did say I would do almost anything to get off this planet, pleasant as it may be. Two, I saved Captain Picard's life, so he's my responsibility now. You want him on his ship? Then I'm coming along. The Force knows, if you get in as much trouble as you're implying, then I get the feeling my services will be needed a whole lot more besides just looking after the captain. So, to the ship then?"