The rest of her work day had been, it was work, and long. She’d worked close to a double shift, but it had been productive. But she was done for the day and she didn’t feel like continuing to think about it. She’d spoken to Ziecest, who suggested she needed a vacation. Time away from everyone else’s problems to work on processing her own. Casela told him she was getting a vacation, on medical leave. And Knox and Ryder weren’t going to let her off the hook, so she’d have plenty of time to think. The problem was she didn’t really want to think about it. She almost preferred it when she was alone, no one to ask her all these insidiously inane questions. She left her office after signing off on the last report. She took the turbolift to deck 2, got off and because she was feeling edgy she picked the lock rather than simply using the code. She had a headache, she was getting them a lot since the encounter with Hampton. She stopped when she entered though. She had no idea what bourguignon was, but it smelled really good. She went into the other room putting on loose pants and a cut off t-shirt. She walked back in and started to order coffee, thought better of it and got water instead. “How did the rest of your meetings go?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS