<strong>Day 1 - 0955 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>LTJG Lucia Vidal</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>C - Officer's Wardroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>NPC</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Not Killing People</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>NPC</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lucia Vidal didn't move. Her eyes had casually stirred to glance at the person who sat down and started peppering her with questions...but the moment chaos errupted and she found herself doused once more...her body simply stopped moving. Brown eyes the size of saucers stared even as the Brazilian became little more than the statue of an unhappy woman in that moment.<br/><br/>"...warp 6 is old news."<br/><br/>Her pink lips pressed together, unglossed and unpainted, being forced to produce a smile. Even if it was maybe the very last thing she wanted to do. "Hell, WARP is old news. Transwarp, Quantum Warp, and a few ideas so old we've been working on them since before we could do more than fumble around in our own bloody atmospheres--" The frustration began to sound as she just talked, dripping wet with white milk.<br/><br/>Her face brightened as her smile widened, humor coming to her pretty Terran features as she just could not believe her luck today. "And don't salute me. I work for a living. Save salutes for anyone O5 or higher." Her eyes briefly surveyed the damage down to her own uniform. She was glad the skirt uniform wasn't paper thin--as there was always something to be thankful for.<br/><br/>Afterall, Luci wasn't about to cry over spilled milk.<br/><br/>Instead, her body released a sigh so deep it shook her body; relaxing and subduing every tense muscle in her body at that moment. Which considering the over a hundred eyes on her at the moment and the awkward nervous kid spilling things on her and asking questions more typical of Second Year Cadets...but none of that took the smile off her face.<br/><br/>She kept it, and wore it like armor. "Danger? Sure. Aging platforms, aging technologies. Even the Gorn look at this small cruiser and think, 'Hey, we can eat that.'" Lucia shrugged. "Luckily Starfleet's known for their ingenuity and those miracle working Engineers. So I wouldn't worry about danger, not with people like me onboard." Her smile had shaded towards a smirk as she patted the shorter man's shoulder, and excused herself.<br/><br/>"Good luck with artificial gravity, Ensign--hopefully it becomes less problematic for you in the future."<br/><br/>No more than a light hearted tease wrapped around a pained but amused expression as the girl turned and walked out, head up, eyes open--in case someone else tries to run into her with something that can spill all over her.