Drunk. Misaki thought as she passed her eyes over the other officer in the medbay, laying down while smoothly moving a hand against her skirt. "She will be taking a Contraveisalgia tablet with her for later, as well Sune-Hei. Taii, if you're feeling ill from dinner please speak up, this is the correct place for it." The Chusa said it firmly, but not in a way that conveyed she was especially upset with the junior officer. As she waited, the NH-27 went through a few options.
Understood, ma'am. I suggest this team to go down.
She promptly bounced a list against the crew, judging by current location, rank, performance reports, and the most important factor: time.
Rescue Team said:
Alpha:
-Kurusu Misaki (Lead)
-Yamamoto Hei
-Takeda Hei
-Golden Apple
--Blueberry
--Miyazawa-Hei, Medical Assistance
Bravo-Standby Team:
-Hamada Taii (Lead)
-Sune Hei (Medical)
-Valencia Hei
-Himeya Hei
The draft went to Hanako first, but she added.
To keep things smooth, I'm sending Miyazawa to get the shuttle ready and into a suit. Will these teams work? I'm getting scanned presently.
Konoka, who now had more than enough information, received orders from the Chusa.
Bring supplies you might need to the Golden Apple. Suit up, and assist any medical needs that might need to be addressed at the crash site. If there are none, you will back up the team.
Still, something was bothering her, and she imagined it was that when war returned, she didn't feel like they were doing enough. Getting out in her MINDY would help ease the veteran's mind on things. The other problem? Hamada was probably still anxious, and she didn't know when they would be able to speak privately.
Did she keep drinking, or is she a light-weight? That is probably the most likely thing, I think.. Kurusu mused, her hunch had come from experience, and the odd way the quiet woman had behaved earlier in the wardroom. It wasn't that she blamed her.
Not even a bit.
"Hurry, Sune-hei. I need to get down there."