<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> Cerise  (http://www.totalsportsmadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Oksana_Andersson.jpg) scrambled down the hallways of the space dock, trying to find the right room for the Transporter Bay.  Her long red hair flew behind her in delicate waves, some strands falling in front of her eyes which she was quick to brush away.  Today had been a big clusterfuck of things.  She had so much to do before she left, and it ended up that she had run out of time while running her errands.<br/><br/>Slowly, she enters, finding that she had been brought to the right place.  "Ensign Cerise DeCourti reporting for transportation aboard the USS McNair," she said, looking around as she stepped onto the transport pad.<br/><br/>She was hoping that she wouldn't be too late, and if she was, that her boss wouldn't be too put off with her.  She was supposed to be an assistant support nurse to a Dr. Sahara Tir, who, from what she understood, was serving as the Chief Medical Officer onboard the McNair.</span>