Makari walked onto the bridge, like he was walking onto a yacht. His hat was strategically dipped below one eye, his scarf was apricot. He had one eye on the viewscreen as he watched himself gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be his partner. That they'd be his partner.....<br/><br/>The song, or some variation of it, had played incessantly at one of the Earthier bars Makari remembered back home on Risa. Constant repeats of old supposed classics. And forever since then when he entered a room he thought of it, wanted to sing along. There was some sort of regulation which forbade singing as you entered the bridge though. He was sure of that. They probably banned hats and matching apricot scarves too. Though he had to agree on that rule, anyone running around in apricot accessories deserved whatever they had coming to them. Tosh and his itchy trigger finger would likely shoot them. Or he would skulk around hunting the rule breaking scoundrel. That seemed more fitting. That or their new tactical officer would go all tactical... okay that was a poorly thought out idea. Makari wouldn't take the blame for the mental sluggishness though. He had just played tour guide for the cute Trill, and it had taken all his willpower to not ask just how far his spots ran. He would forgive himself a bit of mental lag after acting like such a fine specimen of disciplined officer.<br/><br/>He shook all the random thoughts away and actually looked at the view screen as he moved to the OPS station and relieved the junior officer who stood behind the control console. They were nearing their destination, and no sign of trouble yet. He nodded to himself at that, as if somehow he knew that would be true and was confirming it within his mind. Except he had told them all to err on the side of caution. Had they? Would they? He definitely hoped so. Safe for the moment hardly meant safe forever.<br/><br/>"All systems operating within perimeters, power rerouting is complete, we are set for any scanning that may be needed," Makari announced from his post, ready for... well hopefully a quiet mission. But when were missions ever quiet?