Jesa rested with a sigh against the side of the lift, just moments after uttering the command that sent it moving on its way towards sickbay. She would have liked staying away from it altogether, but if the incident was brought up, she would have liked to know that the records of her visiting sickbay were there. Too many people knew already, and with new threats and unknowns coming on the ship, Jesa was none to comfortable of the scrutiny that she was being given. After all, one who has lived so much in the shadows, rarely enjoys the spotlight.

She looked down at her shredded arm, that cat certainly knew how to use her claws. She shifted the shreds of material about it. It did hurt, a kind of flame seemed to be residing in her arm, throbbing as the reddish liquid was pumped from the wound. The cat got her down the arm, and across the wrist, but it was funny to think she could simply reform her arm, and heal it totally, ridding herself of the pain, discomfort, and the simple annoyance of it.

But instead she cradled her arm closer to herself and stood looking forward to the door. "I want Buck back." She stated, to no one in particular, just to hear herself say it. But at that moment the lift slowed and the doors of one of the medical offices swooshed open. Jesa sighed and began to step out of the way. "Commander Callen!" A voice called excitedly, she caught the movement of a handkerchief out of the corner of her eyes. It took a moment for her to understand why he was so excited. Maybe it was because she had blood on the front of her uniform and all over the arm of a shredded sleeve? Nah...

"Hey, Dixon." She said, with a strange humor. "I thought I'd just mosey on down to Sickbay and see what was happening." Jesa joked. Dixon only shook his head at her, and put his arm around her for support she didn't need. But at this point, Jesa wasn't one to quibble over details, as doctors were terribly protective of their patients. She knew, she almost married one.

"Commander, that just doesn't look good. I'm taking you to sickbay to let me get that cleaned up." He said, his voice concerned.

"Nah, it's just a scratch." Jesa half-protested. Dixon quickly got that Doctor's look that was prepared to argue, and then Jesa chuckled. "Don't worry, Dixon, I'm not going to fight it... I was coming to sickbay on purpose. I meant literally... it's a scratch, or... rather four of them."

He didn't look particularly soothed by her explanation, and watched her carefully. "Lt. Faulk is on duty, I'm sure he'll want to attend to you, Commander."

'Commander... I'm the commander now, not Callen, not Jesa, just... Commander.' Jesa thought to herself. "Yes, but I don't think it will take long, have to get back to the paper-pusher's anonymous club." She said with a chuckle, that must have somehow made her tiredness show through.

"Don't worry about anything else, you look as though you need some rest anyway." Dixon said, casting a sideways glance at her.

"I'm the captain, it's my job to worry about everything else." She said with a slight smirk that wasn't aimed at him. Some strange part of her liked someone to be so concerned with her well being and insistent on paying attention to it; because she sure wasn't very attentive to her own well being at this point.

After a short walk through the nearly abandoned ship, the pair find themselves entering sickbay to the raised eyebrow of Lieutenant Faulk. "Nasty wound huh, Joseph?" Dixon said, noting the Doctor's look. Jesa rolled her eyes. "You don't have to get him to agree to prove to me I need to be here!" she looked at Daniel, then at Joseph. "I told him it was just a scratch, and that's what it is, via a feline."

Faulk's expression seemed to say "not again" about Jesa's glibness with medical problems. Dixon simply stood nearby, looking at Jesa with concerned eyes. "Commander... Take a seat on the biobed." Faulk intoned, motioning to the main one in the sickbay. Without much ado Jesa obeyed, looking at Dixon with her eyebrow cocked slightly. The man was interesting, to say that much.

The familiar whir of the tricorder started up, filling the near-silence of the sickbay. It seemed so eerie to have the place this empty. It didn't matter, she supposed, but it still didn't bode well in her mind. Then Faulk exchanged a look with Dixon, who spoke "Nothing, huh?"

Jesa's eyebrow rose slightly more, wondering what was going on. "Nope... This one must be broken... I barely get readings from this one." Faulk said, walking off to get a new tricorder. Jesa sighed inwardly 'Geez, Jesa, you think everything is a red alert, it really is just a malfunctioning tricorder.' She thought, chiding herself for her suspicion.

While Faulk was away a message came through to a console near him. Dixon walked over to the console inside the office (quite out of Jesa's hearing range, unfortunately) and tapped it, his eyes fixed on the surface for a moment. Then a look of surprise crossed his face. He looked almost exasperated as he sat down. Jesa looked at him, curious, then he came back and looked at her. "Commander, what the hell is a JAG officer setting up interviews regarding an investigating on the Isannah?"

Jesa's brow furrowed, just as Faulk entered the room again toting another tricorder. Then she looked down at her arm which was still oozing blood and winced as the pain hit her anew because she ceased to be distracted enough. "Well, I'd like to help you Dixon, but I'm.... *bleeding* here and am just a little preoccupied. Do you guys wait until I'm injured before interrogating me about all that which you wish to know?" She said calmly with just a hint of impatience. But contrarily she was thinking 'What the HELL is a JAG officer doing here without anyone notifying me!?'

And as she watched Faulk retrieve the dermal regenerator and work on her arm, she couldn't help but run through about... oh, eighty different things she was going to say to that JAG officer when she got her hands on the doomed soul. Then, just as Faulk was checking to see if there was any residual damage to the nerves, Baker walked, no, sauntered in, acting like he didn't have a care in the world.

He took one look at Jesa, and then at her shredded and still bloodied sleeve, then asked. "Commander, are you okay?"

Jesa played with the shreds of her uniform sleeve slightly and said in a melodramatic tone. "Yeah, just had a little run in with a feline."

"A cat, huh? Cool, pets. Any info on why the owner was stationed here?" He asked, looking in that moment, for all the universe, like some surfer dude who was just wandering about curiously. Jesa shook her head and wondered where that came from.

"Not stationed, in the brig." She hopped up off the biobed and looked at him. "And I'm sure the local ship grapevine has more interesting stuff on this particular topic."

"Interesting. Gonna have to look into that one." He said, then looked at Faulk. "Say, how is Daren doing?" He looked over at Summers. Dixon answered Baker. "Lt. Faulk signed his release. We were just discussing the JAG investigation. I've been called to be interviewed today. Have you heard anything about all this?"

Jesa looked at the three gathered and then turned her attention to Faulk. "Thanks, Faulk... Excuse me gentlemen, I have to go find a fish to fry." Without giving anyone the chance to ask what she meant by that, Jesa left swiftly. Perhaps she was developing an affinity for seafood?

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