Gymnasium

[il_logic]

Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)

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[il_logic]

Charlene wasn't the only one feeling the awkwardness, though maybe Spock was dealing a little better with it. People had already treated him with a mix of wariness and confusion. Sometimes he felt like they were all making an effort, and he tried back, for the most part. He was not, however, going to start moping around in the corridors feeling sorry for himself because of the mistakes he had made.

Coming to a full stop on the track as it sensed his slowing pace, Spock huffed out a breath and knitted his brows at the lieutenants rather suggestive greeting. It wasn't like anyone would have heard her, but it was not the way the commander was used to being greeted. "Lieutenant." he started, then corrected himself, stepping down off the tread and onto the floor before her. "Charlie." he said, then glanced down over her shirt and cocked a brow.

"I was not aware that you used this time to exercise. May I inquire as to your usual routine?" he asked, wondering what sort of activities she preferred. She seemed the type that would engage in sparring of some sort.