The thrum of the ship vibrated through the deck plates. It was a different feeling than the U.S.S. Valkyrie, but Serena had already grown used to it. It didn’t seem like such a strange place now. Slipping inside the main entryway to the neurosciences suite, Serena scanned the space, before landing her eyes on the front desk, looking for Cherry. Surely there were other department people that manned the desk, but Cherry, as far as she could tell, was a fixture here.

“Good morning. Here for my follow-up with Doctor Kingston,” she said brightly. While it was appropriate to use Kingston’s rank, in this case, her salutation was more appropriate. More than that, this was a doctor-patient matter, not commander and subordinate.

Stone, XO