<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3941495#msg3941495">Quote from: Pixilicious on 27-11-2010, 05:32:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"A bad boy, huh?" Sahara said, with a slight chuckle as she pondered the implications of the Commander being bad by her standards.  Just as the thought entered and passed through her mind, she shook it off.  She shouldn't be thinking such things about her superiors.  It was time that she got her head back in the game and concentrated on what was going on around her.  She couldn't let another slip-up like that one cost her a job that she had wanted for a long time here.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she said, pretending to cough and finish her coffee, only to realize that she had finished it the last time she took a sip.  "You're right," she said.  "I do need to get going and finish fixing things in my office.  It's not going to fix itself, I've noticed," she commented, her tone rather dry as she thought about getting the engineering department to build her a robot that would help with such mundane tasks.  "Have you already gotten yourself settled into your office?" she asked, wondering if someone on this ship had gotten the time to gather his bearings about him.<br/><br/>"And," she said, another blush creeping on her cheeks.  "I don't want to keep you if you've got somewhere that you need to be," she said, remembering that the Commander had said that he might need to be present for the welcoming of the new member of the crew on board the McNair.  "Not that I don't enjoy your company," she said, flustering herself even more.  "I really do," she murmured.  "I just don't want you to get in trouble for not doing things that you're supposed to."  <br/><br/>She paused a minute as another thought crossed her mind.  "But, then again you are the Executive Officer, so I really don't think that you could get in trouble," she murmured, her voice going a mile a minute as she realized that she was blabbering on and on.  "And I'll stop blabbering now," she said, blushing sheepishly as she chewed on her bottom lip.</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Well, not<em>bad</em>bad," Samuel clarified to her.  "Just...more harsh and disciplinary than either of the other two commanding officers."  He waved his hand dismissively.  "Ah, but you probably already know that."  As she switched topics to her office and finishing setup in Sickbay, he smiled just a little at her question of him finishing and settling in to his office.  "Actually, I'd still have to look around...but I don't think I have one."  He laughed, self-deprecatingly.  "It's funny, isn't it?  Captain has an office.  As Chief of Ops, so does Osiel.  You.  Lugus.  Duncan.  But me, the number two guy, doesn't have one."  He exhaled.  "Ah, well.  If I don't, then that just means I get to use the ship itself as my office.  Or maybe the Holodeck."<br/><br/>He waved off her worry that she might get him in trouble.  "Don't worry, if I'm needed somewhere, people will know where to find me."  Samuel tapped the uniform next to his commbadge.  "Besides, you and I are responsible for determining the readiness of people to serve aboard the McNair - a very unique and critical position.  So, we need to get along well, and such."