The aftermath of their mission still lingered and Shara could see those effects woven into so much of everyone’s daily life on the Asimov. It was something that was going to take time to unravel, especially since people like her had been so adamant about each crewmember committing to their personas. ‘Elaine’ was having a hard time dissipating, but Shara felt more like herself each and every day. So much so that she was sitting in one of the padded chairs in the corner seating set-up, casual in her ‘off-duty’ uniform of a grey turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants. Her boots were off and she had her socked toes braced on the edge of the low coffee table while she strummed her guitar, humming. It felt good to be playing again in this way- a release of sorts- and she was about as unguarded as most of the crew had ever seen her.

~Shara Calloway, CIO