Being in the heart of the Federation, Stores thought better of his usual tendency to play fast and loose with the rules and dutifully waited in line to check of the Dresden and exited from the main airlock with the rest of the crew. Adjusting his sea bag, he walked down the umbilical and onto the station only to see two people in security gold looking at the disembarking crew and checking their PPADs.

Spotting him just after he had seen them the young woman stepped forward “Mr. Reed” certainly not a question.
Eyeing her Stoney faced companion Stores thought hell if I,m going to spend leave in a cell, might as well have some fun “Depends who’s askin’, darlin’” trying his best to imitate Isaac’s southern drawl.
Without even a smirk or a scowl, the young woman responded “We’re here to see you don’t get lost, Mr. Reed. If you’ll come with us.” All the wile her companion had drifted forward to flank Stores.
Resigned to his fate, Stores shrugs.” After you, dear lady”.
Stores shortly finds himself on a shuttle to SanFrancisco and Starfleet headquarters. Good call stashing my kit on the Dresden stealing himself for what for him is anxiety filled descent into the gravity well, and a world of open vistas and blue skies.