Makari smiled at the doctor and nodded. "No one better to get to know then the one who decides if you end up on the mission to a planet with toxic air and slime creatures that hug your face," he agreed. "Though us barging in on his table could lead us there anyway... so might not work out the best in the end," Makari laughed lightly but did sit down at the table all the same. In for a penny in for a pound. And if the XO wanted a pound of flesh... well Risians weren't new to the flesh trade... though he had a feeling that wasn't the kind of fleshing that would be involved.<br/><br/>Right. New mental topic before he went all jamaharon on the place. "Operations Chief, that's my specialty..." Makari agreed with a grin. The fact the job used to be the first officers? Well he wasn't going to worry about that. The man had done something right to get promoted. Saved the kitten of an admiral or performed heroically while managing department heads. Whatever it was, he was sure he earned it, and wasn't going to get all nostalgic or constantly over the shoulder gazing his job.<br/><br/>"Risian all the way, and you are... human?" Makari guessed. Last time he had tried that he had gotten it wrong. He was still worried about a phaser shot to the back over that one, never insult a security chief!