The excited Zaharan arrived wearing a long skirt made of natural fibres and a loose top. Her hair was pulled back in a style that seemed popular down below and she was still amused at the brown colour, having had green hair all her life. She shifted the satchel on her shoulder that carried a few essentials that would not turn any heads if seen in public (like a notepad and a writing implement). She had a tricorder on person but it was tucked in a large inner pocket of the oversized jacket she wore. She wouldn’t bring it out unless it made sense to.

She smiled at the transporter operator and waited for the others. Was she being an overeager ensign? Probably, but she wasn’t about to apologize for that.

~Ensign Ka’Sora