After getting patched up, Fin returned to her office and threw herself into a chair. The first order of business for her was to finish reading the damned personnel files. She pulled the next one up on the screen and the face of a familiar Andorian greeted her. “Ohhhh, so its YOU, Marana!” A string of expletives in her native Bajeen peppered the room as she spit them out of her mouth, calling him the most derogatory things she could think of while questioning his parentage and reason for being on the ship.

Frustrated, Fin got up and retrieved a bottle of rum from a hidden cupboard, grabbing a short glass to pour it in. Returning to the desk and the files that waited for her, she set about soaking up the information inside them like a thirsty sponge. An hour and a half and two ‘doubles’ later, she was through and feeling better about almost everything.

“Hmmm, Jason said to go to his office…” With a glint in her eyes and a wicked smile, Fin tapped her com badge. =/\=Lt Fin to Cmdr Reilly. Would you meet me in my office if you have a minute?=/\=

While waiting for an answer, the CIO replicated another glass, a small bucket of ice and a flask of coconut concentrate with light pulp.

—Fin, CIO