<br/><div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Angel's Rest<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Cpt. Soong, Dp. Att. Kir-Je, Lt. Kroken, Lt. Cdr. Fontaine<br/></div><br/><br/>Tall by human standards, but short compared to Andorian standards, the graceful and delicately lean blue-skinned female picked up the cerulean drink in the thin neither short nor tall glass. Fitting, she smiled just the tiniest bit. The Human female and the Bajoran female were laughing and close in proximity to one another. Her antennae turned a bit their way.<br/><br/>Elevated heart rates and heat radiating off them with an increase in subtle biological pheromones: flirting. Turned a bit more azure than her gentle blue, her back straightened in embarrassment at her unwitting intrusion. Really, she must keep her antennae sensing to herself while in this room. Obviously. It was just like the common rooms in the academy.<br/><br/>Desperately trying to tune out and not hear any of the couple’s conversation (though it is difficult once the mind figures out what is going on, isn’t it?), she sipped her ale. It wasn’t as if she were girlish in her perceptions of playful…mating? Oh what was the word for it? Playmate? No, that was ‘to be a playmate’ and not often associated with the act of- Oh, whatever it was, Ithali was a fool to it. In fact she experienced it every now and then. The night before her fist ship assignment for example. A celebratory indulgence.<br/><br/>But that had been in private, incited through a simple conversation. Nothing rather out of the ordinary that would lead anyone to suspect anything, just a hand holding at the end where she had been led to her Spacedock quarters. It helped that he had the quarters next to her. It wasn’t that she was<em>shy</em>of such things per say, nor<em>uncomfortable</em>really… It was more that… Well, it was in her culture that such things were more private and intimate affairs. There was plenty of hand holding between quadrate mates, but there was also plenty of it with family, friends, and even learning companions. It was either very complicated or very easy to understand.<br/><br/>Simply put, she would rather give a potential set of mates their privacy. It would be improper not to. Looking down at the swirling blue of her ale, she blinked slowly, then knocked it back, drinking it all in one go. Glancing up, Ithali noticed the Captain had noticed her curious assessment of him, or at least that is was she perceived. Either way he observed her and in turn so did the Trill male he conversed with.  The Trill seemed to look at her a bit more intently, but then again she wondered if facial expressions could be compared between an organic creature and a mainly biomechanical creature. Quickly she refocused herself on the repicator, face impassive and unreadable. Yes, she should probably eat something as the doctor instructed.<br/>