“Oh don’t even mention paperwork…” the young woman groaned exaggeratedly. “You’d think being a Vice President would mean i’d be able to have an assistant do most of it for me but no… Stars forbid I get another promotion. I swear it grows exponentially.” she stopped speaking for a moment as the Steward returned, thanking him graciously for the food he brought them. After their conversation last night at dinner she knew better then to hope for real meat, but it wasn’t bad. With a twinkle of mischief in her eye she spoke up again. “Dare I ask which crew member this is?” she teased.<br/><br/>“It's been a while. I visited there once with my father when I was nearly of age… he used to bring me with him wherever business took him, hoping I’d pick up a thing or two from observation. But once in a while, we’d do something fun. There was an exhibition game of some sport in zero-G that one of his associates sent us to, probably trying to butter him up… i’m not really a sports person but it was fascinating to watch… the training it must take to be able to perform such subtle movements without the aid of gravity…”