Lieutenant Amelia Semara - Up To Something

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(( Sickbay, Deck 6 - USS Khitomer - Drydocked at DS33 ))

Black boots softly swished in a scissor fashion, hanging off of the biobed.

Now that all the minor injuries were taken care of, sickbay had returned to its typical lulling drone.  In Amelia's mind, sickbay really needed to work on its branding if Starfleet ever wanted to solve its problem with officers hiding out from doctors until they reached the point of needing to be phasered for their own good.  The "sick" in sickbay made it sound like getting seen there was begging for the doctor to find something wrong with you when you were perfectly healthy.  Why not call it the wellness-bay?  Or maybe starship design bureau had meant "sick" as in "cool" or "awesome" - in which case, why not "awesome-bay"?

Something to workshop with Talia.

But not now.  Now, Amelia was waiting for the younger doctor to poke his head out and scan her cells to the submicron scale.  It wasn't that she was avoiding Talia... It was just that she was avoiding Talia for this particular chore.  It wasn't that Amelia didn't trust Talia with her health - Amelia trusted Talia with everything - it was simply that the Haliian would certainly perceive Amelia was "up to something," to which Amelia would have to explain that as an intelligence officer she was always up to something, and the whole round-and-round with imaginary Talia in her head was already exhausting and Amelia hated the idea of worrying her friend over this when there was a simpler answer.

Besides, Amelia had more plans for the teal-frocked Ensign.

Her smile lit up even before the first blond hair on his head came into view.

Semara: Mornin' doctor!

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Well, no, it really wasn't her first choice to come here first thing in the morning.  She's planned on hunting down Ras, but her shift on the bridge ended up lasting so long that she'd slept through the first part of the next shift, and now he was busy with a debrief down in the labs with the science ensigns.  The thought of crashing the meeting had occurred to her - she was entitled to know everything that happened aboard after all - but she wanted a private moment even if there was something delightfully intoxicating about the idea of watching him take charge of the department.

Semara: Cap'n Naxell took my next couple shifts off the roster cuz I was on bridge duty for a double-shift.  So I'm takin' the opportunity to finally take care a' some chores... :: A little twisting smile. :: Like a physical.

Only she wasn't here just for a physical.  Or rather, not just any physical.

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Semara: Nah, nothin's botherin' me, 'sides bein' tired from a long shift.  Been eatin' my usual diet.  Been gettin' more exercise than normal, actually.  A lot more - I've been workin' on a program with Ensign B'Ella in the holodeck.  She's... gotta lotta energy.

Amelia chuckled softly.  In some ways, it was a good match since she had a lot of energy herself - for a Betazoid.  Klingons had a way of reminding a person they were just built different.

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

While the pretty lights started to wave over her, Amelia decided she'd try to strike up some conversation.

Semara: So... :: A little smile. :: First contact.  :: Smile growing. :: How's it feel?  You get to meet 'em?  What did you think?

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Tag / TBC...

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Lieutenant Amelia Magnolia Semara

Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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