After  the ship's leading officers filed out, Kiri directed the orderly to get to his battle station if he had one and return later to clean up the dining  area.  She headed toward her own assigned area near the port auto-cannon arrays for crisis management.  Her Conscientious Objector status did not forbid putting out fires if necessary so as quickly as she could she stood ready in a pressurized suit.<br/><br/>Initially the only odd sensation she had was the bareness of her legs in the suit and how it grew as the slip of fabric called a skirt rode up her thighs.  The irritation at this seemed to grow as well until she realized the ire she felt was not hers alone.  Waves  of enmity washed over her so intense she had to lean back into the wall.  It was an unfamiliar emotion for Kiri, and took some time to process and even then it didn't settle right in her mind.  It was the sudden terror that rocked her, causing the fellows on either side of her to looked twice when she fumbled to rescue the extinguisher that slipped from her shaking hands.<br/><br/>When the stand down order came, Kiri breathed a sigh of relief before putting the equipment away and slipping out of the suit.  Her face flushed a warm pink as she tugged the skirt back in place, recovering  bother her bottom and the silky strip of her panties in the front.  Emotionally exhausted and heading back to the quartermaster's office on shaky legs, Kiri felt like more than her girl parts were hanging out for everyone to see.