Quinton took the turbolift down to deck four and headed for sickbay. It, like the bridge, had settled down somewhat, preparations for the launch having been long since completed. There was not much to do now but maintain standard conditions and await their arrival at their destination. A couple members of the medical staff moved about, tidying up and tending to minor injuries. Dalton was toward the back, near his office, examining a computer display. “Do you have a minute, Doctor?” Dalton glanced at him. “Yes, Captain?” Dalton hesitated. “Problem, sir?” “There was a... disagreement. Yesterday.”