Ever since his reappearance, Billy had been much more active around the ship. He traveled from department to department, updating his information banks and lending helping hands wherever he's allowed to.

Today his rounds brought him to Med Bay, where he was determined to help the people who were injured in battle. If he hadn't been caught and podded first, he would very likely be lying in bed here.

He waved to every person, searching for someone who looked bored out of their mind. That was an awful state to be in, after all. Something compelled to stop at this man's bed. He faintly recognized the person---a friend of someone he knew, maybe? He'd find out.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" The med bay was an awkward place to start a conversation, but that sentence had to be good for something.