After her medical check-in and meeting with her new CO in sickbay, Dr. Frankenstein, P’Mala Dawes spent the time between appointments securing her quarters–rather unsuccessfully.

You’d think a ship this size would have… a concierge, or something, she thought, stalking Deck 6 and looking for her name on a door or something.

“Computer, where is Ensign Dawes’ room?” she asked.

=^=Unable to comply.=^=

When she teleported aboard the Challenger, she wasn’t sure where she’d be laying her head that night, though she’d sent her belonging in three small crates to storage in Cargo Bay two days before.

She had been somewhat nervous of sharing space, having had only one roommate before–and they’d known each other for years…

P’Mala brushed away the thought. It was almost appointment time already. She quickly traced her steps back to the turbolift. “Deck 3.”

=^=Deck 3=^=

Stepping out of the turbolift, all the rooms looked the same, except for the obvious gymnasium and the clearly-labeled life boats.

“If I were the Counselor’s Office, where would I be?” she said out loud.