The redhead had never been the kind of gal to worry much about unpacking. She’d toss the bag upon the bed and leave it there until she needed something. Truly, it was a waste of time, in her opinion, to care about order in these early days. All that was on her mind? Getting those annual check-ins out of the way, so she didn’t have to deal with a p’d off doctor or counselor for a good few months.

Listening to the click of her heels against the hard floor beneath her, the Betazoid woman considered everyone she passed. Her expression was perhaps unwelcoming to anyone who saw it. She wore no smile, but no frown, and instead a type of grimace which expressed indifference. At least, for the time being. Running down her checklist of things to do, she knew checking in with the Captain was of top priority. After all, she had to meet the boss, yes?

It took her several minutes, and several redirective events, to find her way to the Captain’s office. Elmira had never found pleasure in asking for help, and the perplexing instructions of her peers had given her every reason to expand her belief in that principle. Stifling a sigh, a part of her just hoped the Captain was in his office, but another part of her knew how rare that could have been. Going out on a whim, she reached up and tapped the chime, insinuating someone was behind that door.

Elmira O’Shea
Incoming CTO