<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/LtAshely.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Ashley (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ashley)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At one of the replicators, then the counter<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Star date 41056, early evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Henry Jones<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hello, sir," Ashley said, standing up at his approach.  "From what I've managed to find in the database about thyme growing, the standard lighting units just aren't going to be enough."<br/><br/>Part of the way her program handled considering matters with which she wasn't fully familiar was to go easy on the personality subroutines.  The effect was minor but notable if one was used to her, leaving her smile on her face but keeping too much warmth or concern from showing in her voice.<br/><br/>"It seems that the optimal lighting system could feasibly work in the kitchen, but should be limited to that area in order to avoid the equivalent of sunburns for people who spend too long in the mess hall."  Reaching out into the open air, a holographic Padd appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him.  "Here's a list of all the specifications.  It shouldn't take more than an hour if I get your okay for the modifications."<br/><br/>Once that was set, her smile became more genuine, as if to let her snap back to her usual self.  She wasn't certain about the changes, but she'd certainly done her best given the information available.  If there was a glaring error, no doubt he'd spot it.