The normal hustle and bustle that made up a bridge seemed... well Makari wasn't entirely sure what hustle and bustle even was. It was one of those Earth phrases that entered into your vocabulary after joining Starfleet. Humans had so many slang terms and words that they tossed around endlessly. You could learn their language but some things were just... well like hustle and bustle. He wasn't entirely sure the exact meaning but he knew the bridge seemed to be lacking it. Everything was calm and rather subdued. He wasn't sure if it was because the Captain had called a meeting again, because everything was so new and a mission had yet to start, or because he was running the bridge and fate had decided boring suited him way more than excitement and red alerts did.<br/><br/>He hoped it wasn't the last. Well except the red alert part. He figured it wouldn't do to good for his service record to have another ship all but destroyed under his temporary command. A guy could only  use the 'oops' excuse so many times after all... He shook his head and laughed to himself at that. Right, that's exactly what had happened last time. At least that was the story he would tell if asked. Cover ups were so much fun to be in the middle of, about as fun as a Klingon slumber party. Or something else that sounded painful and dull at the same time.<br/><br/>Makari leaned back in the command seat and scanned the crew on deck. Science officers, helmsman, nothing out of the usual. And the security officer wandering around like he were solving the case of where things disappear to when you place them back on the replicator consoles. "Lieutenant, I promise no one has stolen the bridge," he called casually from his seat in the center of the bridge, a little curious as to what the man was doing, and wondering if maybe his red alert was coming after all.