The upside to using paper and pen instead of data pads for taking notes on patients is that it's intuitive and you can fiddle with things. The downside is that, at the end of a shift, a lot of the notes have to be shredded for privacy reasons, and the details have to be entered into the data pads anyway. Despite his usual devotion to efficiency, Howard doesn't mind this. It's a nice way to review the day and cement anything he might have learned.

The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.

He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.

Ok, so she had totally promised Negi she would be responsible for the pills, but she was only half truthing it. She had, after all, constantly had the whole "only twelve" thing bringing her down in certain situations, and wanted to amend that, at least for a little while. So she was down in the hydroponics bay, filling up mug after mug with the beer, the animals in the bay looking at her momentarily before going about their business.

If they wouldn't let twelve year old Hit Girl drink, they WOULD let nineteen year old Mindy Macready do so. And so when Ruffnut arrived, she would find a taller, more athletic looking blond sitting by the beer tree, one leg up, beer already in hand.

"Took you long enough, Ruff," she said.

Closing the last document she'd pulled up to read on stone masonry, Sakura sighed. She was pretty sure she had everything in place to start on repairs to the damage she'd caused, even if she wasn't sure there was anyone on ship who had a vested interest in caring. If it felt right to her to help remake what she'd unintentionally made a crater in the middle of, then she would remake the damn wall.

If it wasn't a project she'd ever tackled before. Would she have to end up scavenging much stone? Last time she was out there, she thought most of it would be salvageable...

She sat back in her chair, biting her lower lip. In China, the Chinese spoke Chinese. She'd looked all that up, learning in process of learning the history behind the wall. All of this reminded her of something else, and the reason she'd taken part of the wall out in the first place.

Were Hispanics then part of Hispania? They spoke Spanish, apparently, but weren't part of Spain. A search for what countries on Earth spoke Spanish landed her a laundry list, while searching for Hispanic once again landed her back where she started: the Iberian Peninsula.

She was doing something wrong, and chasing her tail in circles over an answer that didn't really matter was starting to drive her up a wall. Figuring out one person's country of origin shouldn't be this hard -- if she did ignore that she hadn't outright asked. Or she had, but then his answer hadn't made any sense. What kind of recourse did she even --

Sakura's eyes lit on her omnicomm. There's always that possibility, she thought to herself. Ask and see what general knowledge can do for you. She pulled it closer, hesitating, and then shrugging past her own reservations. Asking shouldn't hurt. She'd rather try and learn from anyone more willing to be forthright with her than pull teeth on someone who wouldn't. Typing into her omnicomm, she was only partly aware of anyone else moving around this portion of the media library around her. To those from any of the Earth's represented on ship...

[ ooc: Asking on the Comm here. Sakura hasn't twigged to nationality and race being separate (or that race is something to be self aware of), and is still trying to figure out what countries count as Hispanic Territories to explain how one can identify as "Hispanic/Half-Hispanic" and yet not tell her where their dual citizenship might potentially lie, when Spain isn't one of them. ]