Gordon strode down the passageways of the ship feeling more and more confused as he went, although he was following a PaDD map he had still made 3 wrong turns. He really should be better at this by now but at the moment he was hoping he wouldn’t be late or worse, fail to find the place!

Eventually he made it, he thought, to the right room. With a quick check in the LCARS panel reflection of his uniform and a sigh he pressed the button to open the door. The waiting room that appeared to him was modestly furnished but seemed empty, did that mean no one onboard had mental issues or did the door to the actual office simply vent to space? He mentally chided himself on a wandering mind and sat down to wait for his appointment…

Crewman Gordon Muir, Security

OOC: I presume it’s got a waiting room…