Ensign Scott’s shift was nearing its end. It was 0600, she was only here another hour. She didn’t particularly like night shifts, but she had yet to impress anyone enough to get permanently switched to the day crew. Alden wasn’t in yet, which Scott found slightly odd, because he usually was in by now, but he didn’t technically need to be there until 0700. She was working, studying some slide under a microscope.

~ NE Scott