Brushing off her uniform, as if brushing away the stress that had previously littered her body, she straightened her composure. Glancing briefly in the mirror, she adjusted her bun, making sure to appear as pristine as possible, depsite often times finding herself in a less-than-formal aesthetic. Shrugging, satisfied with her appearance, the young woman tossed the brush to her kit haphazardly laying on the bed, and headed for the doors.

Slipping outside, she cautiously glanced both ways, before choosing to head towards the turbolift, knowing she had to get a checkin with the Captain complete, before she could pursue anything else. Clasping her hands behind her back, she navigated her way down the halls, seeming almost cheerful in her step. The turbolift ride, itself, was quite uneventful, though the brief moments of peace and quiet were welcomed by her, for she knew it wouldn’t last long.

Lingering out, she trickled down towards the Captain’s office, pressing her hand to the chime, to notify her of Sutalo’s presence.

Lt. Sutalo