Pretha was awake.

She hadn’t been sleeping well of late so the woman had taken to wandering the ship in an unofficial security capacity the last few nights to wear herself out. Making a final sweep of this deck, she entered the Officer’s lounge and glanced around. A body she didn’t recognize was in the room and she coughed to get their attention. The dark hair and back of the person was all she saw, so it could have been one of the officers she had yet to meet. But better to be sure than have some enlisted folks get in trouble up here late at night. “Evening…” was all she said.

Pretha was in her uniform but it had been on her all day and certainly wasn’t in ‘inspection’ glory. It was rumpled and, like her nearly exhausted look, was ready for a refresher. Her hair was loose around the edges of her usually regulatory bun, and was tucked haphazardly behind her ears as if, it too, wanted to be freed from its confines of the day.

Lt Pretha Oberon
CRIT Ldr