A time later, after Sinclair had spoken with the new cadet, as the person who was in temporary command of the Sickbay, Torrirs found themselves ready to get to know of people that they were working alongside and the one they would be watching, even mentoring, if they required the help. Looking over the PaDD within their hand, they made certain of who they were about to call in, setting the metallic device back onto the hard surface of the table, where it would remain, motionlessly placed haphazardly, until they saw it fit to dare move it.

Tapping their comm badge, they waited for the distinctive chirp, ignoring everything else around them. =^=Torrirs to O’Hara, please meet me within my office, as soon as possible.=^= The comm was short, their feminine sounding voice offering an almost gentle tone, quite antithesis to what many belived, upon first glance of the almost rugged Trill ‘woman.’ Situation themselves behind the desk, they crossed one leg over the other, glancing around the office to get a better idea of what was around them. Everything was still rather new to them, as it would take a few days for them to be well aware of their surroundings and the people they would be meeting, over time.

Emitting a soft sigh, they clasped their hands against the table. Upon glance, they were a sight to see. Instead of their spots being darker than their skin, and almost black, they were a soft cream, the near opposite of their mocha tinged skin. This difference in their appearance was a type of vitiligo which they suffered from. It was hardly anywhere else, beyond the faint splotches on their hands or the one that danced around her eye. Otherwise, they were a normal appearing, unjoined Trill, happy to be back on the job.

Lt. Torrirs
CMO