(( Bridge - Deck 1, USS Artemis-A ))
Gavrin was so caught up in his tactile exploration of the bridge that he missed Tamio's first question, having to ask them for a repeat. He left his hand against the frame of the console as they tried again.
K'Wara: No, you’re good. ::genuine smile:: Is it what you thought it’d be?
Tarsan: It's just so.. different, you know? Like, it's mine. ::realising how that might have sounded, blustering to talk over himself:: I mean. It's not mine, obviously. It's the Captain's. I mean, it's Starfleet's. Clearly.
Gavrin kicked himself hard internally, face flushing as he did his best to stop talking. Though, it came a little too late for his dignity, what little of it remained.
K'Wara: I get what you’re feeling. As an Ensign, I got assigned to a Norway class as a pilot. It was the Captain’s Ship, but... I don’t think it’s uncommon to feel that the Ship is yours too.
Tarsan: Yeah... ::trying to redirect quickly:: where was your first posting?
K’Wara: The USS Churchill. She was a support vessel to Starbase 118 10 years ago. Beautiful Ship. Home to the craziest sports nuts in the Fleet. Our weekly hockey tournaments were legendary.
Tarsan: What uh... position did you play?
K’Wara: ::big grin:: I mostly spectated. Not much for contact sports. ::gestures with their head towards the back of the Bridge:: The Captain’s Ready Room is over in the corner here. You ready?
Tarsan: Aye, I think I am. ::Pause:: Well, as long as the Captain doesn't think I'm trying to take over her ship.
K'Wara: Response
Tarsan: Nope, no plans to mutiny on my first day...
K'Wara: Response
Gavrin nodded, giving Tamio a wry smile of acknowledgement before he dusted down his uniform quickly, following them towards the Ready Room.
Tarsan: Oh uh... does she prefer sir, ma'am, or Captain? Or something else?
K'Wara: Response
TAG/TBC