"The Andorian Ensign, right?"  Sam responded to the Captain's comment about a new face aboard.  "I just passed her on the way in.  She seemed very...energetic."  Well, not that he could blame her.  He had been that way somewhat out of the Academy aboard his first ship.  Time would pass, though, and she'd mellow into a calm officer, for certain.<br/><br/>He sat down at the table, noting Sahara's extended hand.  Well...he decided to go ahead and kiss it, hoping it wasn't some sort of Betazoid cultural faux pas.  He smiled and shrugged, ordering a glass of Tarkalian wine.  "Well, it was this, my work clothes, or a Starfleet uniform," he told her.  "I didn't bring a lot of additional clothes with me from the<em>Odysseus</em>."