OOC: Effectively a re-post since I goofed on the acronym, as well as being redundant on the location. I’ll get the hang of it eventually! (Thanks to Joana for letting me know)

IC:
For the second time that day, Issac found himself standing in front of a door, thinking. Having finished his medical onboarding upon arrival on the Dresden, he had commed the Chief of Security LTJG Ashur prior to heading over. Issac had figured even odds on the Chief being present in his office; it seemed like he had lucked out and caught him at a good time.
Dismissing the nerves that had started to build on his walk from deck 3 down to deck 10; he took a moment to check his chrono and run a hand over his moustache. Looked like he had estimated the length of the walk fairly closely, and the wax he had applied was still holding. Usually he left it to do as it pleased, but Issac had figured it wise to try and put his best face forwards as it were, and had taken the time to tame his unruly facial hair that morning.
Suddenly it occurred to Issac that there were likely cameras in the corridor outside his new Chief’s office; the brig was only just around the corner after all. With a fresh jolt of nerves tinged with embarrassment sparking through his system, he leaned forwards and pressed the admittance chime.