Lia finished her shift report with an exclamation point, both in the literal sense and the metaphorical one. While some might find detailing an otherwise routine shift to be tedious, she delighted in providing a succinct, but thorough report on any official business that she’d conducted during it. She carefully set the PaDD down and stood up from behind the desk she’d been manning for the last hour, stretching slowly as her muscles complained about the poor ergonomics she’d employed. As she pressed her interlaced fingers toward the ceiling of the room, her stomach offered a loud gurgle and she flushed slightly, glancing around the room to ensure that it wasn’t as loud as it sounded to her. Releasing her fingers, she shook out her arms briefly and then offered pleasantries as she began to make her way out.

Lia began to follow the now familiar path back to her quarters, but paused by the turbolift, deciding that people watching in Nine Forward sounded more entertaining for the evening. It had been a pretty quiet shift and she was desperate for some kind of social interaction, even if it ended up being more observational than active. Collecting a plain soda water from the bar and a bowl of pasta with parmesan cheese and butter, she settled into a table by a window that allowed her to ponder the other crew in the fairly busy lounge while she ate.

Adrie, Sec