<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>Chief Medical Officer Sahara Tir enters the Observation Lounge having aged about 15-20 years past her current age of 31.</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sahara entered the room full of her fellow senior officers.  Taking in the sight of Lieutenant MacGalleon, she eyed him closely.  He was the one that had seemed to have aged the most so far, and being that she now had one of her Ensigns disposing of the husk of Lieutenant Lugus, she wanted to be sure that he wasn't aging that quickly.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen," she said with a polite smile as she walked to the conference table and eased herself into a chair next to Makari.  "It seems we have found ourselves in quite the predicament, hmm?" she asked, knowing that the chronitons had taken their effect on her as well.  Her once long, vibrant, black hair was streaked with greys and silvers, giving her a more distinguished look.  The wrinkles that had started lining her face however were what she called plain horrid.<br/><br/>"How are you holding up, Commander?" she asked, glancing with worried eyes over Makari's form.  "I haven't seen you drop by the Sickbay, though it's obvious the chronitons are taking their toll on you..."  Her eyes then scanned the room and landed on Lieutenant Teel.  "And you, Lieutenant Teel," she said with a kind smile.  "I saw you there earlier.  I trust that my staff was able to assist you to the best of their abilities.  It's not yet known what we are dealing with, and I believe it is the one thing that frustrates me most..."</span>