What sort of bar and grill is this...? Christina thought as she slid in, passed the quickly exitting ensign. Deciding not to make an issue of it due to the package in her handbag, she scanned the room, rapidly finding what she was looking for.
She stepped softly behind the newly promoted Commander and Captain Patterson, lounging on an unhealthily soft couch. Approaching the pair, she placed two heavy hands on each of their shoulders, startling them slightly. Neither yet blessed with the bleary eyes telling of an injestion of too much ale, she smiled down with a little too much pleasure.
'Hello, gentlemen. Relaxing in fine style I see, backs straight and all.'
They both made to say something, but Christina got there first.
'Ah, ah, not a word, I'd like to guide you fellows over to Vice Admiral Anderson over there.' She nodded in the direction to the bar.
'I've a little present to share with the three of you...'
What the hell am I doing? This place is a veritable dump... were the words that came to the Commodore's head as she started tugging the pair of officers towards Galen, who was busy typing away at a datapad.
