It was late afternoon, getting toward evening in the ship’s shift rotation. Miranda was officially off duty. There were other senior chiefs that took the other shifts, but she was still on call when things went sideways. Despite how things were going, she felt no small amount of frustration. And counseling wasn’t.... It just wasn’t. So it was she made her way into her quarters, stripped out of uniform and into civies. Dark pants, boots, a comfortable shirt, then a long-sleeved starched top over it that already had a few burn holes in it, small, but if one looked they could spot them. Her hair went up into a bandana. It wasn’t a flattering look, but… it was meant for work. A different kind of work.

Grabbing a heavy tool bag she slipped out and then down the corridor. Moments later the door to Gadi’s quarters slid open and Miranda stepped inside, casting her gaze about. Making her way to the drink station the Lieutenant Commander kept stocked, she pulled out a thermos from her bag and went to setting it up for some tea. Bethany had left a standing invitation to come on in and make some whenever she wanted. At least that was what Miranda had understood, and she hoped that agreement still stood. Or this was gonna get very bad, very fast, if she took exception to it.

Miranda, totally not being sketchy