If they hadn't known better one might have thought Makari was stalking the good doctor. Seeing as he had left the crew lounge only moments behind her, and stepped into the observation lounge (how many lounges does one small ship have anyway, was the idle thought that drifted through his mind) moments after her as well. Of course in hindsight Makari knew that no one DID know him better, what with the entire crew being new and this being their first meeting. So maybe he would come across as a stalker. There were worse things to be seen as, a Ferengi belly dancer for example.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind he glanced at his stomach, no it was still covered in uniform and not at all Ferengi. He was safe. So he slipped into the room and found his seat. He nodded at the few people he knew, which was a rather short list and waited as introductions were made. This was definitely the getting to know you phase of the meeting. So at least he wasn't late, a good sign for the first meeting.<br/><br/>"Lieutenant Commander Makari Osiel, Chief of Operations, pleasure to meet you all, I hope I am not unfashionably late to this meeting?" Makari said in a far less formal tone than he could have. But formalities were best saved for state dinners and drawn out meetings with ambassadors. Or for angry captains. And by the look of things their captain was anything but angry. A young looking man, whose looks belied his true age, and most likely font of wisdom, he seemed more friendly than hard nosed captain. Which was definitely a good thing. Though time would tell how true that assumption was. For now Makari just sat back in his seat and waited.