After she’d reported to Cmdr Harrison–a huge and wonderful surprise to already know him, Maji contacted the ship’s computer and made an appointment for her psych eval the following morning. Sleep had come easily to her the night before, so she was rested and looking forward to the coming day as she stood outside Cmdr Sinclair’s office door.

Wondering what the meeting would accomplish for either one of them, she reached out and palmed the chime, wondering if she’d be allowed to have a cup of tea while they spoke.

—Maji