OOC: This is an open thread for anyone to join in. Dira doesn’t bite… most of the time.
IC:
Given that she actually had a job to do, Dira knew it was going to take some time for her to properly get to know the whole of the ship. She was used to a larger vessel, but it had only taken her a few moments aboard the Nightingale-class to know it was something special. And it was very important for the new first officer (could she call herself that still?) to get to know as much of the crew as possible. She wanted very much to have an open door policy where anyone could come to her with issues or concerns and they wouldn’t do that if they didn’t trust her.

It was early evening and Dira was off-duty and dressed as such. Wide legged pleated trousers in a dark purple swished about her legs as she glided into the lounge, the overhead lights causing her ivory satin long-sleeved blouse to shimmer. Her mass of black corkscrew curls was left free to be its wild self. Surveying the expansive lounge with her hands on hips, Dira nodded to herself in approval.

Making her way over the bar, she smiled widely at the bartender on duty tonight, her dark eyes taking them in. The short Human male winked at her. “Welcome to the lounge Commander Myqian.”

“Memorizing the crew already. I highly approve,” she teased.

“Half the battle is knowing who it is you’re talking to.”

Dira laughed. “True that.”

“What can I get you?”

“Glass of Ktarian merlot would be lovely actually,” she said, leaning against the counter.

“Coming right up,” he said as he moved off to fill her order.

Commander Myqian, XO