Deck 8

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::steps out of turbo lift, scratching head sullenly::

Jeffries tube G33, check-maybe I should put Celes to scrubbing that with her toothbrush...

::ticks off survey list on hand, muttering to self::

Holodeck one, cargo bay, shuttle bay, science lab...

::suppresses sigh of disgust::

Hell, I need a drink.

::sets sights on doorway to quarters only yards away, vision of a Seven-proof replicator dancing across mind::

::picks up pace again::