He’d given the lad some time to get settled. It was time to meet him. Nikki pressed a switch on the dated panel in the PCMC to open a comms channel. The rest of the room was quiet aside from the normal machine sounds and the shuffling of feet. The ‘glare’ from the EOD, one Carissa Longhammer, was enough to make even him nervous. He didn’t have a specific office to himself; this was ‘the’ office and it was manned by several during the day. A kidney shaped room spanning half the area of the deck way down on Deck 46 - a rather interminable ride down from his quarters on Deck 4 - it held 10 principle stations around the long curve that monitored the generators. Other stations looked after the rest. In the center was an oval tabletop situation table.

=^= Ensign Yousefi .. to Deck 46 to meet me for orientation =^= Nikki’s accent made the name sound like a New York pirate .. as Youzeffi.
- Nikki, Ops