Ensign Tess Evinrude - It's on the tip of my tongue...

[Tess Evinrude]

((The 47 Lounge, Mid-Level, Deck 3, U.S.S. Ronin))

Evinrude: ::With a self-effacing smile.:: Sorry, apparently I haven't shifted out of work mode yet. ::He gestured towards his food.:: These aren't breakfast eggs - it's dinner. I'm nightshift, for the moment.

Before the conversation drifted too far away from the former CMO, Tess made a mental note to look into the metadata of the recipes that were erroneously replicating. When diagnosing something like this, any angle should be explored.

T'Fearne: Good point, It's probably inappropriate to scan things during a meal. :: She closed the tricorder:: Is this your first duty post out of the academy?

Whether it was intended as a joke or not, her comment brought a quick little laugh out of him.

Evinrude: Maybe it's Ronin custom to scan your food? ::He replied playfully.:: This is my first assignment, yes. It's nice to see an old Akira class in such good shape! I always admired the catamaran design.

T'Fearne: This is also my first duty post. :: nodding a little sadly:: When I came aboard, the Ronin was badly damaged and had just lost over 70…Ah, that’s probably not a good meal conversation either.

He inclined his head, indicating understanding. That elusive duty-life balance would come with experience...although some officers, he supposed, would never find it. Tess started to ask about what had happened to the Ronin, but she beat him to the questioning.

T'Fearne: Tell me more about yourself, Evinrude. What drew you to Starfleet?

That was a question he was prepared to answer, but had not yet been asked. His circumstances were somewhat...atypical for an ensign. He answered her earnestly, essentially giving her the option to either hear the full story, or to choose an abbreviated version, if she were only asking to be polite.

Evinrude: The first time, when I went through the Academy and my cadet cruise? Or this time around, when I requested re-assessment and consideration for assignment?

Tess lifted his mug, but a sudden thought made him hesitate mid-sip. The security officer's intentions were a little hard to read - maybe this was part of orientation?

Evinrude: ::With a slight smile, and a raised eyebrow.:: Hang on, were you assigned to interview me? I don't want to drone on about my personal life, if this is an on-boarding assessment.

T'Fearne::: shrugging:: It’s partly a security measure. I like to know who I’m protecting onboard the ship and also on any away mission together. If I know who you are and what your strengths are, it helps me do my job better. But mainly it’s nice to make new friends.

That put the man back at ease. He took a relaxing sip of the alcoholic tea, which was certainly helping him to switch gears. He hadn't yet noticed T'Fearne's lips turning a bright shade of blue.

Evinrude: Then I'll share my stories and strengths, if you share yours in exchange? ::His eyes drifted over towards the observation windows.:: To answer your initial question, I grew up around Starfleet. I've heard the term 'Starfleet Brat,' but I was honestly a goodie two-shoes...uh, not much of a brat.

He turned back to the security officer. As he spoke, his eyes slowly focused on her lips.

Evinrude: But I took a detour after my cadet cruise, and opted to, ah, delay entry into...um, T'Fearne?

T'Fearne: Response

Evinrude: Your lips are turning blue. ::Rudimentary medical knowledge kicked in.:: Can you breathe? ::She certainly didn't seem to be asphyxiating, so he tried another tack.:: Are Vulcans allergic to--ah...sorry, I mean do you have any allergies?

Tess had corrected his assumption quickly while standing out of his seat. She looked Vulcan, sure, but his time on ships and stations had taught him never to assume. Ask and learn - IDIC. He eyed the mug of fruit more closely.

T'Fearne: Response

While she worked the tricorder, he carefully side-stepped his way clear of the table, navigating the dishes of food. Her speech was already sounding a little muddled; dinner would have to wait.

Evinrude: Your tongue is swelling? Okay, we're going to sickbay. ::The line was calmly, but firmly delivered. Next, he opted to distract from her discomfort with humor.:: I guess we should have followed that Ronin tradition after all, and scanned before we ate?

T'Fearne: Response

He picked up the mug of fruit by its handle and stood at the ready, in case she needed any assistance. So far, it didn't seem like they needed a medical team to meet them. He admired her curiosity, and assumed that - if she still wished to scan the offending fruit - she was still feeling well enough to make the trip.

Evinrude: Good idea, we can scan while we walk.

T'Fearne: Response

[Tags/TBC]

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Ensign Tess Evinrude

[he/him]

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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