When Jazz turned around to look at Arcia, she could see the surprise on his face, albeit very subtle. She smiled back at him when he asked about the cigarette and went on about how medics normally don't like to go into battle.

"As for the question, I'm not here to judge your habits. I'm here to make sure they don't kill you. I can't promise they won't hurt you, though." The smile still on Arcia's face, she paused before continuing on. "As for the statement, I'm no normal doctor. You should be used to that now. I could, however, argue that cryogenics are the best way to preserve life. Though, I don't think it would be a great idea to cryogenically freeze the entire crew. So I may as well join the fight and make one less person for you to worry about."

While she talked, they had reached the door to the armory. Jazz opened the door for her, and she walked in with a, "Thank you." Arcia had never actually visited the armory of the ship before. It was an interesting sight, as weapons lined the walls, and boxes of ammunition were stacked, according to type. Jazz had obviously kept everything a lot more organized in the room than Arcia had expected. "This is, quite possibly, more organized than the sickbay." Realizing that she'd thought aloud, she felt slightly embarrassed. "Not that the sickbay is unorganized.. Which is not to mean that I didn't expect you to be-" She decided to quit while she was ahead, as her cover-up just dug a deeper hole. "Sorry.. Anyway, where is the shooting range?" She said, the smile returning to her face, as it often did.