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Miss Chapel? *frowns*

*Doesn't hear him because she has headphones in, doesn't see him because she's turned away, so she just keeps dancing*

*tries clearing his throat loudly* ...*scowls and goes and taps on her shoulder*

*Jumps slightly, pulling one of the things out of her ears and looking up at him sheepidly* Uh, hi Doctor McCoy.

Let me try this again. Just where do you think you are, Miss Chapel?

I...uh...*sulks and looks at the floor then back up at him* Sorry. I just felt like dancing...

Just for the record, this is a Sickbay, not a dance hall. While I don't mind a certain amount of exuberance on the job, keep it professional.

Well, at least I wasn't booty dancin'.

...Much.

If you feel the inescapable need to do something like that, might I suggest you take it to the bridge where it would probably be welcomed.

What? And have Kirk make some stupid, half-brained comment? No thank you.

((OOC: LOL. I laughed so hard at that.))

I'm sure whatever comment he made would be suitably clever, and he'd probably join you. *relaxes just a little* ..but I'm just too damn old to tolerate that kind of thing in my Sickbay, understand?

ooc: ^_^

Clever to himself, maybe. Not everyone wants a piece of him, you know. And you're not old...just wise. But, okay. Sorry. I won't do it again. *She doesn't add "when you're around" out loud.*

Enough people do that is almost counts as everyone. *mutters but nods and goes back to his busy work, blissfully unaware of the nurses' intentions*

Well, I'm not everyone. Thanks for not grouping me with them. *She smirks and goes back to her original intent of reorganizing some shelves*