Just as the ship entered its second leg of their course, Lieutenant Tosh stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge.  The majority of their orbit around Pluto had been spent roaming from security station to security station, checking up on each of the personnel to make sure everything was in order.  He wanted things to be set no matter the condition.  If there was a red alert, he expected each post to act accordingly without hesitation.  That expectation only multiplied if intruders somehow made their way aboard.<br/><br/>There had only been one small incident of note during his rounds.  One of the officers had been preoccupied with a data PADD, apparently looking over some reading.  Tosh gave the rather wide-eyed recruit a stern warning, leaving him with the message to straighten up and fly right or he might find himself put off at the next Federation outpost in god knows what system.  Barring that, there was nothing out of the ordinary which was what he liked to see.<br/><br/>After stepping onto the bridge and taking note of all the personnel in the room, he stepped over to his station on the bridge and took a seat.  He pulled up a detailed schematic of the ship's interior where he began to devise preliminary contingency strategies for interior ship defense.  Once he finished those, which would take at least a few hours for the first, he would bring them to the captain for comments and feedback.