[Tina's quarters] [communications]
In her pre-coffee haze, Tina thought at first that she must have opened the wrong drawer. She blinked, and rubbed her face with her hands, and tried again. No, she was right the first time. The damn bra had gone missing again.
"Are you fucking serious?" she asked the empty room. And then she jumped, startled, when an announcement from the bridge rang out, almost as if in response.
"Oh no," she said, all irritation at whoever the bra-obsessed prankster might be forgotten.
She sank down into the chair at her desk, half-dressed and still more than half-asleep, and typed out a message to someone that she imagined must be feeling even more concern than the rest of the crew.
Private to Dr. McCoy (dctr_mccoy):
How can I help? Just say the word, and it's done.
"Are you fucking serious?" she asked the empty room. And then she jumped, startled, when an announcement from the bridge rang out, almost as if in response.
"Oh no," she said, all irritation at whoever the bra-obsessed prankster might be forgotten.
She sank down into the chair at her desk, half-dressed and still more than half-asleep, and typed out a message to someone that she imagined must be feeling even more concern than the rest of the crew.
Private to Dr. McCoy (dctr_mccoy):
How can I help? Just say the word, and it's done.