Medical had gone relatively uneventful. “One down, one to go…” she murmured as the red headed diplomat headed down the corridors once more. This time her footsteps were taking her towards the Councilor. Her bouncing amber curls were like a living fire on her head, highlighted with colors of brunette and gold like crushed fall leaves. Her hazel eyes glanced here and there, mentally taking in the ship and the people as she nodded to them and kept walking. Being on board was a bit of a quandary for her. She knew she was stationed here for a reason, but those orders hadn’t come to her yet. It was interesting to think her were ‘happenstance’. But she knew better.

Coming to the door, she palmed the chime, not wanting to interrupt anything since she wasn’t exactly given an appointment time. She nodded to another crewman who passed and stepped to the side so she wasn’t hovering in the doorway in case someone came out.

Vorraye Anders
Diplomatic Attache