::with a grimace, rolls head, hoping to somehow shake the headed-for-the-scaffold heaviness in chest too::
::reminds self to chew hologram out for taking his own sweet time and letting nerves fester, squaring shoulders and stepping on in::
Doc? You called?
::circles tray left in middle of dimly lit main bay, cutting path to one source of light...the office::
::lifts head, blinking in surprise at sight of two green-crested, arm-crossed figures::
Ah...didn't your shift end several hours ago, sweetheart?