<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>Leta stood there motionlessly, her eyes following Lt. Comm. Havuk as he walked in, noticing his much better posture than the rest of the people on the bridge. She recognised his face from some time ago, back when she was just a girl and when Data often took care of her. In many ways, the Vulcan and Leta were alike, their - for the most part - logical and scientific life based on other values than emotions: having a good career and being of good use to the USS Zhukov's crew. She turned her body towards him as he spoke, touching her chin as she processed the information she was getting from him.<br/><br/>"I am sorry for the misunderstanding, commander," Leta said, now folding her hands over each other again, standing up straight and looking up at the taller man. "Although I think commander Kirk understood me fairly well when I addressed him as lieutenant. I will, of course, note this to prevent me from making mistakes like this in the future." She said, her brows furrowed in a serious manner as her brain automatically saved the new information. Now that Havuk had stopped speaking, she nodded and turned to the window again, taking in the small details of planet Earth as the rest of the crew continued talking. Leta was far from used to speaking to life forms other than her parents and teachers who, by all means, were easier to talk to as they didn't take things for granted. Surprised when she heard her name again, she turned around with raised eyebrows, walking up to the small group of people again.<br/><br/>Havuk had just asked the captain about a rather personal matter in Leta's own life, so she frowned deeply and crossed her arms over each other. Her brain wasn't programmed as well as it should be, but if there was anyone to decide over that, it would be science officer Lister<em>herself</em>. "I beg your pardon, commander Havuk," She said politely, as the Vulcan would most likely not understand her confusion behind it. "You are talking about programming my brain, and as Soong has done his job perfectly well, I would prefer not to turn to someone else. I fully understand you are "having a hard time" coping with Data's death, but it would be adviseable if you'd ask the person in question about his or her personal preferences before you assume they'll agree to your terms and turn to captain Williams. It would not only be considered an odd thing to ask, commander, but also something exceedingly rude as any change made in my positronic brain has a huge effect on the way my body functions. And it would be a great shame if something went wrong, wouldn't it?" She said, her words flowing out like a river after she had carefully calculated what she was going to say. She didn't question Havuk's abilities, but was still cautious when it came to changing her settings. If something went wrong, her pitutarian-chip could possibly regenerate too many hormones for her human body to handle, and destroy her.<br/><br/>Leta thought things over, thinking who else she was to trust with her mind, but soon found out Havuk was, in fact, the only one aboard of the USS Zhukov who'd be capable of performing the act of programming her. "But, as you seem to be the only one on the ship who'd be capable of doing this job, I shall consent. If captain Williams agrees with this, too, that is."