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And so all have arrived. Interesting, perhaps, that the pilot would be the last. She hadn't seemed to notice, or perhaps she had and was covering for herself. Either way, the young doctor observing the room from her seat in the corner would have been more apologetic.

Though that's usually the case. And they weren't late, just not early. And so she filed that information away for later consideration as more data became available, in a new folder specifically created for notes on her new crewmates. Interfacing one's memories with a computer had its advantages, organization among them.

The brother was more interesting. Simple timidity, or something deeper? Perhaps overly sheltered by his sister. Something else to make a note of. As medic, she would certainly end up handling a variety of psychological issues on this ship, besides the physical ones. It was simply good record-keeping.

For almost the first time in this meeting-room, she spoke - not much point in introductions that would have to be repeated, after all. "Sato. Minerva Sato. Medical officer." She nodded. "Welcome aboard."

Various subtle reactions from the others were noted and recorded in their respective files in her digitalized memory. And that was it. She'd said what she'd wanted to say, and gotten what data she could. Proper analysis would have to wait until more was available, but it was a start. She was especially interested in getting the boy - Ricky - to form relationships among the crew - a mission like this would not go well unless everyone was on good terms with each other.

Acting as a counselor was not explicitly spelled out in the description of the medic's duties, but it was implied, and as far as Minerva Sato was concerned it should be. She took the mental and social health of the crew quite seriously. Ironic, perhaps, given how uninvolved she herself was with social interactions. But so it goes.