[open] i'm still here
[ Today finds Ena sitting in the quarters she shares with Deven. The door to their quarters is open, Ena's way of saying she'd be more than happy to be bothered by someone. She's sitting on the desk cross legged with her gold uniform shirt spread on her lap, leaving her in all black, a look she doesn't sport often.
She gnaws on her lower lip and sighs, running a hand through her hair. Pulling a face and resisting the urge to pull her hair back, she hops off the desk and throws the shirt into a closet. A few PADDs are picked up before Ena deposits herself on the couch and sprawls across it, flicking through the contents of one of the PADDs.
Within a few minutes, though, her gaze drifts to the windows and she gets lost in thought. It seemed to be something she was getting rather good at, thinking. The news that Spock had died and resuscitated had shocked her and shook her up quite a bit. It made her realize her own mortality in this place, made her think about all the people she cared about here and how it could have been any of them laying in sickbay. Not to say she didn't care about Spock, of course, but it wasn't like she talked to him very often.
She made a mental note to change that if-- when he woke up. With a small shake of her head, she pulled her thoughts back together and looked down at the PADD again. ]
She gnaws on her lower lip and sighs, running a hand through her hair. Pulling a face and resisting the urge to pull her hair back, she hops off the desk and throws the shirt into a closet. A few PADDs are picked up before Ena deposits herself on the couch and sprawls across it, flicking through the contents of one of the PADDs.
Within a few minutes, though, her gaze drifts to the windows and she gets lost in thought. It seemed to be something she was getting rather good at, thinking. The news that Spock had died and resuscitated had shocked her and shook her up quite a bit. It made her realize her own mortality in this place, made her think about all the people she cared about here and how it could have been any of them laying in sickbay. Not to say she didn't care about Spock, of course, but it wasn't like she talked to him very often.
She made a mental note to change that if-- when he woke up. With a small shake of her head, she pulled her thoughts back together and looked down at the PADD again. ]