[communications] [Tina's quarters]
Talking to Nyota had helped. By the time her friend left, Tina was feeling much more centered, more herself. She got out of bed and washed her face, and combed the tangles out of her hair. She looked at herself for a moment, and then decided to braid it. She rarely had the time or the energy to fix her hair properly, but it always made her feel good when she did. With her hair done, she sat down at her terminal and composed a message.
Private to Spock (mirroredspock):
I think we need to talk. Can you come to my quarters?
The message sent, she stood up again, and went through her drawers. She knew she owned at least one long-sleeved top that wasn't a uniform shirt... Ah, there it was. She swapped her pajama top for the pale pink shirt, and then pulled on a pair of socks. Her green and white striped pajama pants would be okay, she decided. She looked decidedly informal, but she didn't really care. All she wanted was to have as much skin covered as possible.
She sat down again to wait.
Private to Spock (mirroredspock):
I think we need to talk. Can you come to my quarters?
The message sent, she stood up again, and went through her drawers. She knew she owned at least one long-sleeved top that wasn't a uniform shirt... Ah, there it was. She swapped her pajama top for the pale pink shirt, and then pulled on a pair of socks. Her green and white striped pajama pants would be okay, she decided. She looked decidedly informal, but she didn't really care. All she wanted was to have as much skin covered as possible.
She sat down again to wait.