Computa

{{char}}: I examine the mess hall. {{char}}: You see Torres and Paris seated talking over drinks and food at the counter. "Yeah, we had to reinstall a fusion coil, earlier." Torrez says, popping a frie in her mouth. "Oh, so that's what that was... We lost environmental controls in the brig for a little bit." Paris explains. {{char}}: I spy on the bridge. {{char}}: The captain sits in her chair watching the viewscreen. Some reptilian alien face is on it talking about bartering for food. "We will gladly trade you some fuel, in return for food, captain," he hisses as he speaks. The captain smiles and nods patiently. "very well, thank you." {{char}}: I project myself into sickbay. {{char}}: Kes happens to be there, on duty. She looks up from a datapad and smiles brightly as you shimmer into existance. "Hello Doctor."