A few hours later, the whoosh of the holodeck doors could be heard opening.  Tosh emerged, skin slightly damp with sweat.  It was really the only sign that he had been doing any strenuous activity.  Behind him, the image of the fictional complex he had been training in dissipated to the dull black squares of the holodeck once more.  He turned to make his way to the turbolift.  He would need to shower and dress appropriately before meeting the others, not to mention carry his comm badge which had been conveniently left with his belongings.<br/><br/>When he stepped out of the lift onto deck 2, the faint but noticeable aroma of food wafted into his nostrils.  For him, it was strong and fragrant, even from this far away.  His sense of smell was quite heightened because of his genetic engineering.  Someone was cooking something.  While he could probably go longer without food, there was no need.  He might as well join the others as was customary to do.  Make introductions and friends even though the thought of doing such was not appealing.  Interpersonal relationships were not his forte, so he steered away from them generally.<br/><br/>Once in the confines of his quarters, he took a traditional shower.  He preferred water to the sonic technology offered.  It was an experience his mother had introduced him to at an early age, and ever since, he had grown to enjoy the feel of them to its sonic counterpart.<br/><br/>He donned his uniform, two gold pips presented at the collar to display his rank.  A phaser was equipped at his side as was the regulation for any security officer let alone the Chief of Security.  Finally, his comm badge was set in place.  He took a few steps toward the door before stopping, looking down to the floor.  His fingers came up to adjust his collar as his head turned up again.  "Here goes..."