[She waits a long while before she sends a follow-up message, still calm. Maybe he'll be calmer too by now? She isn't betting on it.]

I can't control what other people say. I, personally, did not say anything behind your back that I wouldn't be willing to say to your face. Even if John hadn't showed you. It just hardly seemed likely to be a productive conversation right then given how worked up everyone was in response to your announcement.

[Especially Christopher. Ulla has no idea how to handle this much emotion. It's exhausting.

And she's actually more worried about him having heard the things John said to her rather than the reverse; she hopes several minutes of him trying to convince Ulla that his inmate is, in fact, a danger, doesn't do any harm to their relationship. Just as well if all the bad feeling falls on the infirmary staff rather than his warden so Christopher has that relationship unsullied to fall back on.]

As for the infirmary, we're all concerned about the people on board who have trauma related to experimentation, some of whom have spoken with me directly. That's the only reason I even mentioned it here.

But it has no bearing on the way I, or anyone on the staff, would treat you if you were a patient here. There's not a single person on this ship we wouldn't help, if they consented to it. I've offered to treat people who killed me, my inmate, my family members. That was reluctant, but I did it without hesitating. You, on the other hand, I wouldn't be reluctant to care for at all.

[Private] If you ever change your mind and decide in the future that you trust a specific member of the infirmary staff enough to treat you, but don't want to come into the infirmary itself, we're always willing to come to you.

I haven't. I've never even had you as a patient, Trevor.

Has another member of the infirmary staff ignored your wishes, or are you holding us responsible for the actions of everyone on the ship?

[There's a sigh, but her voice is even.]

I can't control every person on this ship, Trevor. And other people pulling you back from being stranded in death during port is not at all the same thing as someone on the infirmary staff treating you against your will.

Especially since we don't post announcements of people's medical wishes. They're not ours to share. No one outside of the infirmary knew what you said to me until you repeated it publicly here.

You're being deliberately misleading.

Thank you for confirming that.

And I would never let anyone do that to you under my watch, Jasper. We're banning it entirely in the infirmary, anyway. Would make too many people feel unsafe here.

I don't know. I'm tired. The most helpful thing today was Malcolm trying to distract me with an art project but then letting me lay on the floor for awhile instead.

[At this point, Hjerte, who has been mostly letting Ulla handle conversations on her own today, confiscates the communicator and switches to voice.] Do you want to meet us at the Enclosure so she can lay in a forest? Tree limbs are prettier than Will and Malcolm's ceiling.

[Still nearby, Ulla chimes in, a small hint of amusement creeping into her voice:] I could walk or run. I don't have to stay still. A forest sounds nice, though. I'd need to transform.