Marishka wanted Khabal to give a demonstration and explain it. She called it technobabble, but what Khabal might not be expecting was that Faye held a great amount of information in her brain and could process it at sometimes alarming speeds. She wasn’t worried about following his explanation.

If Faye had a concern, it was that she didn’t understand why someone who was just here to supposedly make repairs was integrating himself into a Starfleet ship without any checks or balances. It made no sense. But it had been someone else’s call and no one had bothered to ask her about the potential issues. Fine. She’d deal with it, but she wasn’t going to be someone other than who she was, and Faye Calloway hadn’t survived this long without investigating the unknown variables around her. If Khabal was upset by her wariness, well, tough. She wasn’t in her role to be everyone’s favourite person.

Stepping into the Lounge precisely two hours later, Faye’s stormy grey-green eyes took in the lounge looking for Marishka.

~Faye Calloway, CIO