Tahlia was more than happy to finish off her salad, enjoying it despite its simplicity. Unlike her uncle and cousin who would have balked at a dressing without at least seven ingredients, she was more than happy to eat whatever was on hand. It was a byproduct of being a workaholic she supposed, not wanting to stop what she was doing long enough for a seven course meal with five different wines and flacid conversation provided by someone you secretly couldn’t stand but put up with because they were of the same social station as you. She chuckled, shaking her head as the captain was forced to come to the rescue of the young tech.<br/><br/>“Don’t feel too badly. If i’d had anything in my mouth, Mika would match him right now.” she grinned reassuringly at the girl. Turning to Hawk as a thoughtful look crossed her face, she addressed him instead. “If you’re the Doctor.” she mused. “So you probably have hydrogen Peroxide. Mix that with some basic dish soap and let it soak into the stain. Gets wine out of almost any fabric. I’ve needed the trick myself once or twice. ITC holiday parties can get rather brutal.” she winced a little, remembering one of the men she worked with bringing his wife, only to have the exec he was sleeping with catch them together. She’d gotten caught in the crossfire of a thrown glass of burgundy, while wearing a cream colored lace dress. “I’d avoid them if i could get away with it… but my boss is somehow always busy, and I get stuck representing the department…”