It was the night before they arrived to the Paulson Nebula, and her birthday. Luckily for her no one on RTF bunked on deck 3 where her ‘official’ quarters were, so they hadn’t got wind of Ryder’s little announcement. She gave a perfectly believable, and true excuse that she had crew evals to finalize before the mission official started the next day. So she high tailed it out of training before she was forced into another night of watching the RTF team drink too much. Plus knowing her luck someone on deck 3 heard Ryder and was waiting to ambush her in the lounge. Nope, and she wasn’t going to the counseling deck either. Too easy to find her. And she certainly was NOT going to her quarters. Again, too easy. She took a different turbo lift than the RTF team and headed straight to deck 2. Cobb would be out for the day, and if not it was unlikely he would be wandering the deck. She stepped off the turbolift onto deck two and headed right for Ryder’s door. He made a habit of walking the decks right after his shift. So she had time to get in before he actually got back. His door was locked, well at least he remembered to do that. But it was, unfortunately for him, an easy thing to short circut a lock and step in while the doors were unsealed, while the panel reset itself. If it set off an alarm and notified him all the better. She didn’t look around she simply found a chair to sit in, put her head back, and closed her eyes, until she heard him arrive.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/not the happy birthday girl.