After the discussion in the Observation Lounge, Alyssa had felt the need to blow off some steam.  She was not a war monger.....she was a scientist.  But sometimes it was simply a smart decision to be ready for possibilities.  Especially given where they would be going.  It was the Captain's call....and apparently he didn't agree with her assessment.<br/><br/>It made her wonder if he would ever trust her assessments.  Because, if that were the case, what good was an Intelligence Officer?<br/><br/>All of this was why she'd headed for the Holodeck.  The report of a phaser could be heard over and over as Northrop ran through one of her practice scenarios.  Her phasers were not your standard issue ones....yet something her father had given her before his death.  They were pistols, custom made for her.<br/><br/>But now, it was time to be in the lounge for the Captain's gathering.  Swinging by her quarters, she dropped off her equipment and changed clothes.  A few minutes after that, she was walking through the doors into Three-Forward wearing a dark gray sweater with a black knee-length skirt and black leather, high-heel, mid-calf boots.   Making her way over to the bar, she caught the bartender's attention and ordered, "Saurian Brandy, please."