[Lonestar is a little busy at the moment. Brainy's comm is on and in float mode even as he leaps out of his bunk in a flurry of activity, knocking library books all over. He'd left the top of his jumpsuit off and hanging as he lounged in the t-shirt underneath and he zips it up, anticipating that it will soon be covered in blood since he won't have time to change into scrubs.]

[He races out the door of his quarters at an impressive sprint, the comm floating along with him.]

I need an escort or two to meet me on the way to the Infirmary to increase my chances of survival on the way there.

With Doctor Grey gone, we have no New Hire clinician presence there now, and if one of the nonhuman New Hires has been injured the doctors here have no training whatsoever in xenobiology.

When it comes to nonhumans, they may as well be apes with scalpels. We're lucky they didn't kill some of us implanting the nanochains.

[He has to focus on what needs to be done - and the problem is he can't be everywhere at once. He plans on providing guidance from afar, while prepping Infirmary supplies based on what they'll need for their described injuries.]

[The Infirmary is where he needs to be. Not running around the halls looking for Robbie.]

[As much as he wants to. As much as he's desperate to.]