::shifts kelsie_wildman in arms, tilting sensitive ear back away from high pitched squeal of rage::

Aw, come on, don't be fussy...Naomi, come on and get her, I told Vorik I'd be in engineering ten minutes ago!

::jumps at resounding crash from bathroom, before sighing with relief...at least it surprised the screamer into silence::

::holds own breath when door slides ( Read more... )

::steps into mess, blinking at cacophony...had forgotten it could be so noisy in the morning ( Read more... )

::hums slightly modified version of The Blue Danube whilst sorting padds, basking in favorite time of work day::

::too early for even the most hyperactive hypochondriacs, Lieutenant Kim still safely cocooned in bed and in no immediate danger of temporary expiration...the other half of that residential unit equally distracted ( Read more... )

::yanks on uniform jacket, giving wrinkles a half-hearted once over::

With everything else Starfleet comes up with, you'd think care free fabric would be simple enough...but no, no...

::jumps when firm, slightly cool fingers run over back, apparently focused on the out of reach spots::

Thanks, Seven.

::twists, greeted by a plate of...something...stuck ( Read more... )

::dips butter knife into sauce, plopping a generous portion on napkin and using it doodle::

::nods again in a less than enthusiastic pretense of attention as twin's latest outraged rant hits crescendo, eyes scanning room for some diversion, any diversion::

::just about bounces with joy as Neelix's latest victims wander in::

::lifts hand quickly in ( Read more... )

::offers daily farewell to Astrometrics staff, waiting until back is turned to lift brow at jennydelaney's gum smack response ( Read more... )

::pauses before door to 
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::stops just beyond doors to Cargo Bay Two, glancing around uncertainly::

::bolsters courage as Lieutenant Wildman approaches from opposite end of corridor, brows knit in concerned query:

::shakes head to rebuff further approach::

::jams finger into security panel, slipping through doors quickly::

::halts again, drawing a shallow breath and adjusting ( Read more... )

::wriggles impatiently on biobed...just woke up alone for first time since...since...::

::would try to sneak up, Linnis isn't here, but everyone knows all doctors have invisible eyes in the back of their heads...or something ( Read more... )

(ooc: following this thread)

::yanks elbow from ltcmdrtomparis' grasp, turning to face rear bulkhead as lift doors shut, providing welcome privacy::

::can't quite put emotions to word for the first time...a severe juxtaposition of resignation and fear, perhaps::

::turns again, meeting companion's eyes::

I do not believe I would make a suitable diplomat.