Lt Aine Sherlock - The Goat

[Aine Sherlock]

((Eatery, Maklau Resort, Risa))

After a restless night, Aine replicated some clothes that would be more comfortable and familiar. Buffalo plaid shirt, black leggings, and some simple black suede flats. The time since the destruction of the Resolution, she'd hardly had a thing to eat and when she did, she just didn't feel hungry enough to eat more than the absolute bare minimum. It was catching up to her and she decided to see what the resort had to offer.

She'd heard they had food from all over and hoped they had something from Earth and hopefully not replicated. She approached the buffet and it looked like the rumors were true. The selection was almost overwhelming. Something caught her attention and she sniffed at the air.

Sherlock: Is that ::sniffing::, apple pie?

Buffet Attendant: It is, would you like some?

The Risian woman gestured to a pie tin in which sat a whole pie, still warm. Aine grabbed a fork and lifted the tin.

Buffet Attendant: Would you like a plate?

Sherlock: ::looking at the pie, then to the attendant:: No, I'm good. Do you have any milk?

Buffet Attendant: We have Balarah milk.

Sherlock: What's a Balarah?

Buffet Attendant: It's a small horned bovid.

Sherlock: Like a goat?

Buffet Attendant: What's a goat?

Sherlock: Nevermind, I'll take it.

Having secured the least breakfast of breakfasts, she made her way to the dining area. It was relatively crowded. She spied the occasional crew member of the Resolution and even a few other Starfleet uniformed people. She wasn't sure who exactly they were, but it was safe to assume they were who Starfleet sent to look after them. She looked around awkwardly and found a table for four with only one person sitting there. The last time she'd seen him she was just opening her eyes from nearly dying. He looked a little sun-kissed from whence she last saw him. She wasn't sure what the protocol was, but it would be nice to thank the man.

Sherlock: Doctor Morgan, do you mind if I join you?

Morgan: response

Aine nervously slid into the seat. She looked at him, then down to the whole pie she'd taken.

Sherlock: Would you like some pie?

Morgan: response

tag/TBC

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security

USS Resolution

R239712AS0