Dr. Sherman fussed around sickbay after he returned, ensuring all was in order in case these entities became violent again or those pirates returned. Satisfied by over-readiness, he sat down to his desk to pour over the information of these alien entities and any new reports that happen to come his way from the bridge and rest of the ship.
"Finally," he thought. The doctor had become a little restless at the heightened alert and being able to do much to help. Hitting the comm, "Acknowledged, on my way."
Sherman made the data on his console accessible to other stations so that when he reached the briefing room, he could call it up. Once done, he donned his lab coat over his Starfleet uniform and proceeded to the turbolift for the trip up five decks. The lift doors opened and he made the short walk across the corridor to where Sorek awaited him.