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[ensignsato]

*walks into Mess*

*entirely fails to stop the room*

*pouts*

*gets tea and toast*

*finds a seat to watch and wait for something interesting to happen*

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[_foster_]

::fuck the morning constitutional today...queasiness from the chili dogs still hanging on::

::still...enters Mess Hall, might be some kinda hair o' the dog that could cure this::

This ain't right...I'm lookin' for a complaint card for Chef...uuggghhh...

::grabs some tea and toast...no scrambled eggs this mornin'::

::turns::

::comes face to face with Ensign Sato...with tea and toast::

Well...mebbe there's a silver linin' to this cloud after all...

[_foster_]

::narrows eyes::

Are those odds on...the transmission?

::pauses::

Or...the contents...?

[ensignsato]

*looks at Foster meaningfully*

*pointedly says nothing*

[_foster_]

::eyebrows crawl way the hell up::

::mouths 'oh'...::

Mmmm-mm-mmmmm....

::toys with crust left on plate::

I'd think the Admiral would look kindly upon stayin' informed about our mission...or what's left of it. After all...we have a duty to perform out here. No performance, no planet.

...

You got another batch of reports firing up anytime soon?

[ensignsato]

*twirls a bit of hair from her fringe between her fingers*

I may have bunch of weekly reports due in at 13 hundred hours today...

*smiles*

You want it Foster, you've gotta earn it...

[_foster_]

::scrunches up face, thinking::

::leans in a little closer::

What would it take for me to verify content on those reports...as Acting Head of Security, that is? I mean...my job description includes overseeing the safety of this ship, and we can't have inaccurate information heading out of the Expanse on it's way to the motherworld...

[ensignsato]

*tilts head, considering*

Well, i do have to sign off on any report I send...I might be able to have a quick peek.

*smiles*

If I knew what I was meant to be looking for...

[_foster_]

Ah... ::blows out a breath:: The usual...CMO reports...special announcements...usage and requisition reports for, oh, I dunno...diapers.

Things like that. ::tosses last of tea down::

::lowers voice::

This isn't covert gossip, Ensign. This is important. We've got to stop the Xindi or it's bye-bye everybody...and if there's something keeping that from happening, by god, Admiral Forrest needs to know to rectify the situation.

[ensignsato]

*stands*

*picks up plates*

I'll see what I can see

*smiles*

Interesting talking to you...

*walks off to dump plates*

[_foster_]

::smiles back::

And you have a nice day too, Ensign. ::watches her walk off::

::ponders, rolling bottom of mug absently in a circle on the table::

::under breath::

Yeah...you have a real nice day...