As had turned into her habit, Sharah was spending a secondary shift in the Arboretums. After having been made chief science officer she was in the office or labs all day. Sharah loved the work and the research. Unlike her fellow department heads, she even enjoyed the paperwork. It was routine and mundane and it was a mostly repetitive task that allowed her mind to surf freely for awhile during the day. But she found that after the day she was warn and exhausted but wasn’t sleeping well if she just went back to her quarters. And in that state going to the mess hall wasn’t good for her. So she defaulted, back to her plants. And oddly enough, or maybe not she wasn’t sure, being in the arboretum was more social than just going to the mess hall. On her previous postings hardly anyone use the arboretum unless assigned. On Ark Angel, people came in and out all day long. Being in there had allowed her to be more accessible and it kept her in touch with the arboretum staff. Something she had not wanted to change after she’d been promoted. Some times she actually worked while she was there, and some times she simply enjoyed the space and did it for fun. Her own personal garden bed was starting to take a strong root and if someone was looking for her, in that flower bed is where she could be found.

However, today she was going to check on Geoff. The fig tree had been planted a week before and Sharah wanted to make sure she was settled in well. And, being honest, she was fascinated by the genetic changes that had brought about her sentience.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO