RDMC Reception Area

Meeting Thomas' gaze, Lyssa smiled slightly before pursing her lips as if in deep thought. Arching an eyebrow, she smiled slightly. "I think we'll start the tour on this floor. If you will all follow me, please...."

With a wave of her hand she motioned for them to follow her as she started off in the direction of the Emergency Room, presumably with the visiting doctors following. By the time the tour ended they had visited the ER hangar bays, the ER within the RDMC itself, the surgical suites, the floors with the patients rooms, the pediatrics ward, the rooms that held the bacta tanks, the ICU/critical care units, the neurology department, the cardiology department, and even the cafeteria. She had tried to cover all of the important departments in the tour, but if she had missed anything they may have wanted to see, or ask questions about, she was confident that one of them would speak up. When the tour was completed, and it had taken close to four hours, they all ended up back in the conference room they had started in. Lyssa had explained the processes and procedures in each department as they went along, and answered the pertinent questions the visiting medical personnel asked. All in all, she felt the walk around the hospital went well. Turning to the doctors and nurses with pleasant smile, she spoke.

"If you feel there's something that I didn't cover on the tour, then please feel free to ask. We would like you all to be comfortable enough to question any one of us about how we conduct procedures here. We're here to learn from each other and if you think there may be a better, or easier, way to go about treating a patient then by all means make suggestions, ask questions, give opinions."

She narrowed her eyes the tiniest bit, looking thoughtful for a moment, before continuing with a minute hint of humor. "You may want to be careful around Nurse Sarah though. It seems like most of her consultations always end up in one of the janitors closets...." Though the "warning" came off as a teasing sentiment, she was only half joking about this little tidbit and if the MedStar personnel had the mind to question pretty much any of the RDMC's medical staff they would have the same sentiments....especially the medical crew of a certain Chiss medical ship.

Betsy was coming out of the small office behind the reception desk with a fresh cup of caf when she looked over to see, of all things, a Yuuzhan Vong, flanked by two Chiss guards, standing in front of the desk. The Vong, a male dressed only in his Robeskin, was seemingly striped of all other items, including his species usual weapons. The Yuuzhan Vong, a species that had terrorized the galaxy for years a century or two ago, though she couldn't quite remember exactly when at this point because of the shock of seeing a living breathing one standing in front of her. Blinking her eyes a couple of times, not sure if what she was seeing was true, she gently set the cup down on the desk with a raised eyebrow. Then the Vong spoke.



Betsy looked from Shedo to the two Chiss guards who nodded their heads letting her know that it was okay for him to seek audience with Ice. Sitting down in front of the holocomputer on her desk, Betsy quickly typed a message to Ice letting the Princess know that the Vond known as Shedo Anor wished to speak with her. Within a moment or two a message was sent back and Betsy looked up with a half smile.

"Ms. Matango will see you in her office a few moments, Sir. She's just wrapping up a previous meeting. If you'll please wait in the waiting room over there. I'll let you know when she's finished." Betsy motioned toward the waiting area, then studying the Vong for a moment she spoke again. "I have to be honest with you, I have no idea what your people eat or drink, but there's also a variety of foods and drinks in the small kitchenette over there if you wish to have some."

She smiled politely, deciding that if this Vong had wanted to do any harm then he probably wouldn't have announced himself first - plus having a couple of Becca's highly trained Chiss guards hovering around him, and numerous other unseen security personnel within the RDMC itself, put her mind further at ease....

Yrn nods & takes the chance to take the lead.

-Yrn
Thank you for the warning, but some of us might seek her out just for that.

His statement was aided with a twitch from one hairless eyebrow, & a very slight blush on the part of Dr. Houn.

-Yrn
Back on track though, I was wondering if your medical personal use Bacta, Kolto or a mix of the two?

Continued from here...
[ Mirian Santiro | Public Transport | Passenger Seat | Honoghr | Location: RDMC Reception Area ]
The driver brought Mirian, Juuma and Han Der right to the Medical Centre, where Mirian took a moment to stare at the magnificent structure in all its glory, before heading into the building, though the young woman kept looking around, as if marvelling at the sights around her. She was in fact, keeping her attention on her surroundings, mindful. For all her mindfulness, Mirian still managed to trip as she stepped out of the vehicle, “D'ouch! I'm okay!”

Nobody told her about how clean the transparent sliding doors were either. She thought her path was clear, until she found herself kissing something solid, “I'm bfine!”

Rubbing her nose, she finally settled down into a chair, while she waited for someone to come for them after the driver left. To pass the time, she turned to Han Der, “So, how'd you and Juuma meet?”

Walking into the RDMC was no easy matter. Who would have guessed that the galaxies most well known hospital would be busy? Standing in line Xeonon looked around the waiting room at everyone else who was there. No doubt most of these people were locals. People who have injuries not severe enough to warrant it being an emergency but bad enough to not deal with it themselves waited patently. Or he would have seen them had he still had his organic eyes. Since his coming back to life, he had not be able to get cybernetic ones and thus everything he saw was through the force. Various degrees of bright lights stitched together to form a beautiful image. Still he yearned to actually see again.

As time goes by the line gets shorter and shorter, or at least he makes his way towards the end of it. Eventually he makes it to one of the few receptionists on duty. Lowering his cowl he greets her with a smile; which to her would look more like a grimace due to his facial scars.

Afternoon.

"You're very welcome Lady Lilith." Betsy smiled at the Thyferran representative then over to Captain Santiro. "And you're very welcome too, Captain Santiro. Someone with be with you all shortly.

She smiled again taking them all in before turning and walking back to the reception desk. Upon arriving back at the desk she noticed a man standing there. He was scarred and appeared to be blind, one could never tell with forcelings. They always had ways to 'see', Betsy knew for a fact after so many years working with and around them. Giving him a warm smile at his greeting, she walked around to the other side of the desk and faced him.

"Good afternoon, Sir....how can we help you today?"

[ Mirian Santiro | Reception | Waiting Room...Or Something | Honoghr | Location: RDMC Reception Area ]
“G'oh!” Mirian lurched forward, not expecting Juuma to speak up so suddenly after being so quiet for so long. The action caused her to smack her forehead into a low beam, knocking her backwards, and suddenly she could see stars. Oh no, I'm touching the Force! was her first panicked thought, but she calmed enough to realize this was the result of another unfortunate accident. The chain of events was far from over, however, as she stumbled back to her feet, she accidentally tripped a doctor with her foot, causing the hapless person to fall over a tray of chemicals being pushed by an orderly, and as Mirian stumbled back away from that, she accidentally knocked over a syringe, right onto the arm of an unconscious patient. Fortunately, the contents were exactly what was needed to save the patient's life.

Quietly and quickly moving away from the scene of sudden chaos, Mirian gently pushed both Juuma and Han against the wall, then leaned back between them. “Careful,” said Mirian, “Yeah, we'll need to be careful.”