<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent with Lieutenant Tosh</strong><br/><br/>It was a conversation. They were talking. Brady never had any problems conversing with higher ups. It was hot guys that always got his tongue tied. Tosh was definitely one of them. Brady wasn’t exactly sure, but it seemed that Tosh was not human. Even more alluring – something exotic.<br/><br/>“Yeah, sickbay with Doctor Tir.” He looked over a table to see if the Chief Medical Officer was still in the room. She was indeed. “She seems like an awesome Doctor. I can’t wait to really work with her.” Brady listened as Tosh explained his position on the ship. “Oh yeah, I could kinda tell you were in security. Either that or engineers have gotten a lot smaller. None are as big as you.” He chuckled while taking a gulp of water.<br/><br/>“Injured?” Brady asked. “Well, I’ll be sure to make you a priority when you come to sickbay. We can’t have an injured Chief of Security.” He smiled. “But, how do you get injured? What do you do in the holodeck?”<br/>