(http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hoE2t0bu7_0/R54Aeh8G5sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DxDDtNSd_k8/IMG_1520.jpg)<br/><br/>The diplomat paced her quarters like a caged lion. Some silly malfunction had triggered cell lock on her entire floor, coupled with coinsident timing of communications being off line due to some diagnostics rubbish only frustrated matters.<br/><br/>Luckily the replicators were working ... however synthahol was only so good.<br/><br/>"Hmm I must talk to someone about this. How old do we have to be to be adults around here ?"  Andrea murmored to herself through pursed lips after taking a sip of what should have been poweful vodka[color=purple "Surely such restraits for for people who need to keep their wits about them always, why me too ?"[/color]<br/><br/>A dececent drink that actually got one tipsy would be very much welcome right about now. Only three hours had past but it was three hours too long for Andrea. Most thought diplomats were meant to be paitent, but Andrea relied on empathic skills from her betaziod heritage more than supurb timing.<br/><br/>Without really expecting anyting to come of it Andrea tried her com badge<br/><br/>"Diplomat Light here can anyone else hear me ? "<br/><br/><br/>