Alita was already in the lift by the time Ahern’s message came to the bridge. She knew she should really go back to sickbay or, perhaps, her quarters. Yes, she was under so much stress she could cook a seven course meal… ‘But not with these fat fingers.’ she thought, ‘Maybe I should go to his quarters… Ewww.’.

Alita knew she desperately needed to calm down and refocus. Too bad she couldn’t just go home.

Alota, MO/COS