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Alexander

Alex watched Bond stumble out of the infirmary, mumbling about Minn. The doctor watched him confused, and concerned about the young engineer. But as he mentioned Minn, the doctor couldn't help but feel concerned for the young cook.

He hadn't seen her when he went to get Eddie, so he didn't know if she needed any help. Looking back at Eddie, Alex decided that the pilot would be alright and headed back to the kitchens. Everyone had cleared out, making it easier for the doctor to make it to Minn. She was busy, scrubbing away at some dishes left behind, her back turned to him.

"Minn..." Alex began stepped up behind her. "Minn, are you okay? Bond said you might need some help."

He moved next to her, and saw the blood dripped down the side of her face. "Minn! Are you okay?" He pulled her away from the dishes so he can get a better view of the wound. She hit her head on something, and the wound was dripping blood down her face.

Alex quickly grabbed a small towel and wiped up the blood from her face. "Minn, why didn't you come and find me? You shouldn't be cleaning? This wound needs to be attended to." He sighed and shook his head. "C'mon Minn," He grabbed a hold of her hand, and began heading back to the infirmary.

Regina

Reggie listened to Dia as he spoke, his ramblings amusing her. He continued on and on, and seemed to be strongly aware of his ramblings. But still, his mouth moved unable to stop. "Also, it's a very good honor to meet you and you may call me D."

Finally, his mouth stopped, and he was looking at Reggie as if waiting for her to answer a question he never asked. The captain couldn't help but laugh. She ran a hand through her hair, before finally settling.

"Did you say Prof-Laki?" She asked. "I've been there! Back when I was in the Defense. It was wonderful there, although I didn't do much besides drink at the bar." She chuckled quietly. "I met someone there." She laughed again. "But, I had to leave and I hadn't seen him since."

She looked off into nothing as she spoke. She could remember the person clearly, but the amount of alcohol she had drank that night fogged her memory. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear his voice, in a sense. She missed...that guy. God, this is infuriating! Why can't I remember his name!?