Alpha shift.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::steps off turbolift, looking around warily::

::no blatant hints of threat, at least...maybe Jenny has fewer minions than feared::

::detours to helm, checking Jetal's work...what little work there is to do::

::gives her a sympathetic shrug, turning back to the command center::

::settles into seat, ignoring eyes drilling into back of head...let him

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[lieutenantkim]

The same.

::considers actually saying something despite ltcmdrtomparis' clear command shield::

::thinks better, looking down to console again::

::smiles a little when a certain light flickers::

Captain wants to see you.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::slouches momentarily, throwing a hostile look at the empty seat across the divide...Mister I don't interfere in the personal lives of my crew until Paris does something stupid::

Oh, well. One more time for the hell of it...

::clambers back to feet, shooting a cheery salute off to best friend before finding ready room::

::ignores widespread snickering that drifts through closing doors::

[captainchakotay]

::looks up at familar drag of boots across carpet::

::carefully hides smile, keeping tones quiet and even::

Morning, Tom.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::takes seat opposite the desk, eying him distrustfully::

I know exactly what you're going to say.