::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
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