Gullins waited the required few minutes. She saw the doc come into the galley, looking like she'd been dragged through a hedge (As her dad would say), she saw the Ensign whisper urgently to her and she saw them both leave. And then the Fleet Rating stood up and followed the directions she'd been given. All the while thinking<em>Oh fuck, why am I doing this, why why why?</em><br/><br/>She spotted the PD waiting at the intersection of two corridors and hurried up to her. "Hi..." She growled hoarsely. "Long Live The emperor!" And she threw herself into Kara's arms, kissed her passionately and then followed her to her cabin.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sergeant Kerry Paige was strolling casually along the corridor when she say someone she really did not wish to see. The unmistakeable figure of the Battalion Propaganda Department officer was standing in an intersection that Paige needed to go through to get back to her quarters.<br/><br/>It wasn't cowardice, it wasn't even instinct, it was just laziness. A simple desire to not even have to take the risk of answering questions about what she had been doing for the last half hour. So she stopped and leaned casually against a bulkhead, waiting. Oddly, Reinfeldt seemed to be waiting for someone too, and seemed to be rather nervous about it. Paige didn't have long to wait. Footsteps came from the direction of the galley and her eyes went wide as she recognised Gullins. The woman threw herself at the PD, kissed her passionately and was led away.<br/><br/>"Oh ho!" The sergeant said softly. "This definitely bears further investigation". Moving with all the stealth she could muster, she followed the pair, keeping out of sight as best she could in the confines of the ship.