Brady Vincent steadied himself for a moment before grabbing the tricorder he set on the counter before transport. He flipped open the device and began to scan himself. To his relief he registered biologically as 22. He felt his stomach, his chin, his nose…just to be sure. No longer would he be forced into the hormonal teenager body.<br/><br/>That meant…Lieutenant Tosh would be…Brady smiled.<br/><br/>Hearing a voice, Brady was brought back to the present. He was in sickbay and would need to begin work. There were people still suffering the indirect effects of their aging – broken hips, etc. He took his tricorder over to a questioning crewman.<br/><br/>“Lieutenant, you register as around three decades. It seems to sync up with your chronological age. Congratulations.” Brady said with a smile.<br/>