Doctor Cason sat quietly in a corner table in the cafeteria, a tasty green salad in front of him, his fork stuck into a piece of lettuce which he scooped into his mouth as his glasses covered eyes read the book in front of him, next to his meal. He didn't need the glasses, his vision was perfect but he always noticed that patients liked their doctors to be bespectacled, helped reinforce the smart doctor stereotype, which he didn't contend when it was about him. 

He chewed the food in his mouth as he finished a page, turning to the next one, yes it was an actual book, not a datapad, he liked (very) old fashioned books more, felt more natural to him. He was dressed more casual than usual, no doctor's jacket, rolled up sleeves, a looser tie on a grey dress shirt, his eyes more tired than usual as well. Ever since the captain's disappearance he hadn't slept much.

The worst part of it was that the good doctor was pretty useless when it came to the disappearance. Until they found the captain's body then all old Roy could do was sit and wait, like all of the others on the ship. Just left with a mysterious video message. A part of him knew that would end being a bad thing though, mysteries were often not a fun topic. All he could do was keep the people in the medical department that he was in charge of calm.

If anyone actually managed to get hurt then one of his subordinates would have messaged him about it. But it seemed be a boring moment on the ship, just with an aura of confusion over the missing leader. If many more people disappeared then he would have ended up on top thanks to the chain of command, it wasn't something he liked, he was better off just being the medical chief, the crew was better off with it being that way too. So all the doctor did was continue his meal in silence.