She has a job, you know [Martha, Nero, Harry?]
Cleaning body fluids off after elevator labour assist? Check.
Medbay visit to coo over baby and get scrapes obtained during said assist cleaned up? Check.
Chewing out Construction for frankly appalling wiring standards leading to both a stalled elevator *and* unavailable comms during said stalling? CHECK.
Waking up late and dashing into work with wet hair? Unfortunately, check.
Martha skidded into the office as Paul was on his way out. He grabbed her arm. "Whoa, Martha! Some sort of emergency?"
"No, that was yesterday," she explained.
"I heard something about that."
"I'm really sorry-"
He shrugged. There was something glittering in his eyes that she didn't quite recognise. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it's your lucky day. We're on Romulan escort duty."
She fell in beside him. "Seriously?"
"Yup. Let's go pick them up, and escort them to a wonderful day of standing around and making sure no one kills our genocidal little worker bees."
Martha checked her phaser twice. "Right you are," she said, and was silent all the way to their quarters.
Paul did the part-salute, mostly-wave that Security used among themselves at Monifa, who acknowledged. "Quiet night," she reported. "Go on in."
Paul pressed the buzzer. "Landon?" he murmured.
"Mm?"
"Nice hair."
Medbay visit to coo over baby and get scrapes obtained during said assist cleaned up? Check.
Chewing out Construction for frankly appalling wiring standards leading to both a stalled elevator *and* unavailable comms during said stalling? CHECK.
Waking up late and dashing into work with wet hair? Unfortunately, check.
Martha skidded into the office as Paul was on his way out. He grabbed her arm. "Whoa, Martha! Some sort of emergency?"
"No, that was yesterday," she explained.
"I heard something about that."
"I'm really sorry-"
He shrugged. There was something glittering in his eyes that she didn't quite recognise. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it's your lucky day. We're on Romulan escort duty."
She fell in beside him. "Seriously?"
"Yup. Let's go pick them up, and escort them to a wonderful day of standing around and making sure no one kills our genocidal little worker bees."
Martha checked her phaser twice. "Right you are," she said, and was silent all the way to their quarters.
Paul did the part-salute, mostly-wave that Security used among themselves at Monifa, who acknowledged. "Quiet night," she reported. "Go on in."
Paul pressed the buzzer. "Landon?" he murmured.
"Mm?"
"Nice hair."