Brady was nearly out of breath by the time he made it to Lieutenant Tosh’s quarters. He only managed to run into one wall and nearly knock over another crewman in the process, but he wasn’t any worse for wear. He took a minute to compose his breath before he pressed the indicator on the side of the door alerting his presence.<br/><br/>The telltale welcome was obviously announced as the door shot open. The room was dimly lit as Brady stepped into it. It wasn’t dark, but just not a bright spotlight that some quarters tended to be. Brady took a minute to look around at the various décor. It wasn’t overly decorated, more sparse, but there were some indicators that the quarters belonged to the security chief. More than anything it smelled like him. Well, at least Brady thought so. Most scents were easily dispersed by the ship, but you couldn’t completely remove the smell of someone from their clothes, bedding, belongings.<br/><br/>“Lieutenant?” Brady asked as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder.<br/>