<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Lyra-avi.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Captain Lyra Core (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Lyra_Core)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her quarters<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kar'tak<br/><hr/><br/>The captain thus far had hardly been bothered to make any great effort to socialize with the crew. Though she did make a effort and she didn't find herself appalled by it. Not that she should be, even Vulcans had socialization in their society, and she had been raised on earth. Not that she ever especially fit in with other earth children, especially humans with their drive to run and scream everywhere when they were young. However, her parents had come to the decision that it would be 'good for her', and to be fair, she didn't disagree, it had been. She had a far better understanding and ability to blend with social and emotional events than other Vulcans. Though that didn't mean she necessarily always wanted to...<br/><br/>However, it served her well as captain. The crew looked up to her and respected her leadership, while the emotionally based one could still find (she hoped) something to relate to with her. Though she couldn't say she had formed any sort of bond with any of them. Except, perhaps hee First Officer. But as her First Officer that bond was necessary. He, above all others, was her partner in the mission and her bridge between herself and the crew. Thus far, he had done a good job. Also, she couldn't say she she disliked his company. Actually, quite the opposite, she liked it. He was friendly, yet professional, he didn't push, he remained in check, he was informative, helpful, and reasonable. Things she valued. Him, above others, she value, a captain is often only as good ad their First Officer after all. Had they sent somebody she didn't... click with, then good things would not have followed.<br/><br/>But, to digress, she was currently going over some various concerns on the ship. Nothing major, but enough that she felt to dive deep into it. As she did with everything concerning her ship. She should probably relax, mediate, rest. Those thoughts didn't highly appeal to her at the moment. She found her mind often unable to relax unless a task was completed. She would 'drive her father nuts' as a child, he would give her incredibly complex puzzles and she would stay up through the night until she put them together, getting no sleep. Whether it was ODC or the Vulcan mindset, she was still somewhat like that.<br/><br/>However, something did soon break her focus from the various reports. A chime of her door and a voice through the communicator. Her First Officer. 'Speak of the devil' as her father used to say. Something to do with how speaking about the devil would make him appear that translated to when you were speaking about or thinking about somebody they suddenly appear. Some human things she never fully grasped... though they're still lingering throughout her mind nonetheless. She tried not to dive to deep into the logic of it all.<br/><br/>"You my enter, Commander." She spoke, causing the doors to slide open and reveal the half Klingon standing before her, holding, of all things, Vulcan port. Her eyebrow raised slightly as she eyed that with a almost strange look. Deciding not to broach the subject directly though, she returned her focus to his face. "What brings you to my quarters this evening?" She asked flatly enough.