We wouldn't happen to have a veterinarian on board, would we?

[Fortescue appears to be in her room, looking tired — exhausted, even — and rubbing at her forehead. Adding to the tired motif is the fact that her accent is downright aggressive. Her mother would have been scandalized. An Imperian accent is supposed to be light and graceful, after all.

Jazz is, for once, nowhere in the frame. That might be a first while on the Tranquility.]

I have a sick cat who could use some help.

[And nothing from her world is here, which means she's out of her depth as to how to help.]