Finally making it through the tedium of reporting for duty and the accompanying paperwork, Allison made her way to her quarters, stopping in briefly to trade her uniform in for gym shorts and a t-shirt. Squatting down, she quickly laced up her athletic shoes and then tapped her comm badge:

=/\= Devlin to Starr. Ensign, I’m about to get a run in. Would you care to join me? =/\=

Lieut (j.g.) Devlin, COS