No sooner than the airlock opened, a med team filed onto the ship with a stretcher, pushing people out of the way when necessary.
Everyone lined up immaculately and efficiently - standing at perfect attention - everyone, that is, except for Diziara.
Therav walked back and forth slowly and methodically, looking over each individual, and finally he again reached the front of the line.
"Diziara. Report," he said, his antennae twitching.