“Try is the operative word. Beginning to think the only reason I’m down here is because they’re a bunch of incompetent bastards who can’t do anything for themselves.” Yeah, she really hates this planet and everyone on it. Except her patients. They can’t help it the folks in charge are morons. “I’m sleeping for at least forty eight hours when I get back to the ship. Think you can keep yourself out of trouble for that long?” She’s teasing... mostly, and it’s filling her voice. Then she’s swallowing another yawn and a softly muttered ‘damn it’. Hopefully she can catch a bit more sleep before another wave of patients is brought in.

“Talk to you soon, Jane.”