<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdT2PCz-fdQ/Ux0r7YN2kuI/AAAAAAAABcA/eF2DAS43BWwt2tvx4Sja3XqgHCYwxQaSgCKgB/s1600/Tigran.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt Commander Rim Tibbetts<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Docking port<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Kavash Teel<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Even with the remains of a hangover, the lingering scent of a Caitian female was unmistakable.  Someone among those collecting near the dock had served with one and been in their presence recently.  Off all the ships currently docked, whoever it was was most likely from the USS Intrepid.  That was a good thing.  It was always easier when someone had experience with a particular species.  Tibbetts followed him nose.  It led him to an spotted alien whose height matched his own.  He tried not to grin.<br/><br/>Unlike the Trill, he carried only a single bag, slung over his shoulder.  The grin broadened slightly.  Tibbets moved up behind Kavash and very casually sniffed him.  It was a game of sorts.  Although his sense of smell was keen, he'd learn far more about his new crew mate from a conversation than he would through his nose, at least in the long term.  He'd pick up a few things, like the Trill's emotional state, who he'd been around recently, what his last meal was and whether he was a carnivore, omnivore or herbivore.<br/><br/>Some people reacted more strongly than others to being sniffed.  The majority were taken aback but a few were actually startled and those were the fun ones.  He could get years of amusement out of them.  "The Intrepid?" he asked, his voice a deep rasp, almost like a purr.  He extended a closely trimmed hand to the Trill.  It was clearly meant to be a thicker coat than his former Captain's but it was equally obvious that it was deliberately clipped short.  "Lieutenant Commander Rim.  Newly promoted chief science officer aboard the Redemption.  Have you been aboard yet?"