Snippet #1464711

The thing about working as a "Traveling Doctor" is that When your in one place to long people think it's ok to come knock on your door at odd hours. Not that she minded, insomnia was a bitch anyway. So sleep really wasn't a problem for her. She would have been at the ship way earlier but a man had shown up at her little room she called home with his son in his arms. The little guy had broken his arm, and the family couldnt afford to pay the hospital bills, so she did the nice thing and helped them.

Now a hour later she was headed towards the docks; it was late, most people were already in be or out doing something. Her medical bag wad slung across her shoulder and her other bag full of clothes was in her right hand. She left her left hand free to hang beside the gun on her hip in case anyone decided to Bother her. It was a rather nice night, she wore a pair of faded jeans, a tank top and a old tank jacket she had since the war. Kate was in sight of the docks, she knew the design of the ship, the Firefly class made good cargo runners back in the day. Smiling she started walking down the row of ships, she walked past several ships, some that looked in perfect shape then those that looked bad. Kate quickly realized she was on one of the more shabbier looking. There were already people near the cargo bay doors, she made her way towards them, and to the one female she knew was the captain. "Captain DeBois... Weird to think there are two of y'all now." Kate held out her hand to the Captain, "Kate Harris, I believe I am y'alls medic"