<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azadia Telzan<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Chief Medical Officer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall<br/><hr/>Med bay had been quiet, which was a good thing.  There was no illness, disease, or injuries to report, in truth, it made that area of the ship extremely quiet and dull.  After eight hours of diagnostic tests to make sure all of the equipment was functioning optimally, Azadia had to search for life forms in another sector of the ship.<br/><br/>The Trill was a people person at heart.  She enjoyed being around sentient life, regardless of species, and was drawn to the most active locales by an innate curiosity and need to socialize, an innate characteristics that she quite often tried to suppress in order to appear as the perfect Trill.  Something she didn’t often accomplish.<br/><br/>Arms clasped gently behind her back, light blue Starfleet uniform pressed and to regs, she meandered into the Mess Hall showing more curiosity as to who was there than finding sustenance to eat.  She nodded politely to Commander Rondok and the fair skinned, white haired Betazoid beauty Empola.  Azadia had many questions for Empola, especially concerning her telepathic abilities, but she hadn’t quite figured out the best way to approach the woman.  Seeing as the two were in, what Azadia thought, deep conversation she decided to postpone her inquiry to another time.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the rest of the hall and settled upon Sergeant de Rica.  She knew the man by his file alone, and, admittedly, found him quite intriguing.  By all purposes he was smarter than she was and could’ve been a Chief Medical Officer long before she gained the rank, it was therefore baffling and inspiring that he would devote his focus to Xenobiology.  She noted that he had sat at an open table, and wondered if that didn’t hint to more about his person than what first glance might suggest.<br/><br/>Despite seeming to be engrossed in his study, Azadia crossed the room to the open table and stood next to Angelo.  It wasn’t common for a man to sit at an open table and not want company.<br/><br/>”May I join you, sergeant?”<br/>