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Faith sat tapping her fingers and wondering not for the first time how long it would take for this intro thing to get started. Admittedly this was her first actual tour on board a battleship rather than being planetside but she doubted that healing people changed whether you were on a ship or planet. They still got messed up and she still put them back together or at least that was what she figured. If she was wrong then she decided someone had better tell her now before they wasted any more of her time. She sighed again in irritation and glanced up at the stage where the admiral stood clearly waiting for everyone to arrive. At least she wasn't the only one impatient to get started from the expression on his face, but then she figured a man in his position was probably used to others waiting on him and not the other way around.

She heard voices nearby and turned her head to see a group of the crew already becoming acquainted and she watched them for a few moments, she liked to watch people sometimes before speaking to them as she had found you could learn a lot from someone's body language. From what she saw it was a pretty standard bunch with your typical brash extrovert pilots, hardly surprising given their line of work, your quieter studious types and then those in the middle. She made a mental note to find out more about the suit one of them was wearing and what, if any, stresses it caused on the body as she was nothing if not prepared.

Deciding it probably wouldn't hurt to at least greet those she would be working with, she turned around in her seat and looked at the group. She smiled slightly though perhaps a smile was not the right word. It was somewhere between a mocking smile and a grimace as Faith generally didn't do chirpy, dry and sarcastic yes but chirpy no.

"Hi I'm Faith." She said. "I'm the one that is going to be doing those awful unpleasant things called health checks to you people." Her British accent was still strong even after time spent off world.