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"Ah- Hello. You'll have to forgive me. You startled me...Sir?" To be perfectly honest, K'riss is more startled by the sudden whoosh of the doors to her office opening and admitting someone, than the actual man standing above her. Her fur stands on end and her hackles raise for a moment, like some kind of pincushion, before it smooths back over. K'riss visibly relaxes as she recognizes the commander squares on his uniform, and the familiar Hispanic features on the officer who's medical profile she had seen only moments ago.
Commander Clearwater.
Moments ago is an exaggeration, she'd only just put the PADD down on the table, the Commander's profile frozen on it's screen. She neglected it in favor of running her fingers through her hair; hands rhythmically braiding it into a pleat while she meets his eyes: brown. Hair, brown. He's about her age, and in danger of sounding quite ignorant, not all Hispanics look the same, of course, but the resemblance is sobering, and K'riss focuses on the matter at hand when her past catches up with her.
"You're a bit early Commander, I have your physical scheduled for after the Captain's." She smiles, looking at the digital display showing the times various officers are supposed to report to her. She'd darken the screen; confidentiality of her patients and all that, but there's not any important or personal information. Besides, K'riss trusts the First Officer of the ship to be mature enough not to peek at her clipboard. If not him, who else? "Would you mind handing me that monyo- ah, sorry. That hair tie there, please?" Her hands complete the braid, and she looks expectantly at him.
Commander Clearwater.
Moments ago is an exaggeration, she'd only just put the PADD down on the table, the Commander's profile frozen on it's screen. She neglected it in favor of running her fingers through her hair; hands rhythmically braiding it into a pleat while she meets his eyes: brown. Hair, brown. He's about her age, and in danger of sounding quite ignorant, not all Hispanics look the same, of course, but the resemblance is sobering, and K'riss focuses on the matter at hand when her past catches up with her.
"You're a bit early Commander, I have your physical scheduled for after the Captain's." She smiles, looking at the digital display showing the times various officers are supposed to report to her. She'd darken the screen; confidentiality of her patients and all that, but there's not any important or personal information. Besides, K'riss trusts the First Officer of the ship to be mature enough not to peek at her clipboard. If not him, who else? "Would you mind handing me that monyo- ah, sorry. That hair tie there, please?" Her hands complete the braid, and she looks expectantly at him.
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