{.Please Just Don’t Play With Me.} [T’kir | Open]

[illogical_cure]

[This day brought with it a kind of restlessness that she could not have placed its origin or its reason- only that it was. She was hardly needed in sickbay at the moment, so she hadn’t exactly earned this rest, but she had it all the same

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[chantries]

[ Christine had been hoping the observation deck would be empty so she could read over these medical journals she'd procured from the library while sipping at her chai latte. She was a little disappointed when she saw that she wasn't the only one who'd thought of the deck for a good place to relax. When she saw who it was, though, she had to smile. She walked over to T'kir and motioned to the chair adjacent to the couch. ]

Do you mind if I sit?

[illogical_cure]

[She turned at the sound of the familiar voice, bowing her head once in acknowledgement as she answered the question.]

I do not. Please, feel free to do so.

[chantries]

[ She sat and arranged herself before smiling at T'kir. ]

If you want, I may have brought more than I can read. You look a little bored.

[illogical_cure]

Not so much bored. I do find, however, that there is little requirement for my services here.

[logic_driven]

I trust that you have now gained your bearings, Lieutenant Commander, and settled in to life on the station?

[illogical_cure]

As well as one can ever be in this place, Commander.

[logic_driven]

Indeed. It goes without saying that certain aspects of our current situation are...less than ideal. However, I am finding of late some concerns to be more pressing than others.

HERE HAVE A FAILTAG >>;;

[illogical_cure]

Concerns, Commander?