<div class="floatright">(http://i361.photobucket.com/albums/oo57/epicbattlehero/392543cc5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sahara sighed as she placed the bag holding her personal laptop on the desk in her office on board the USS McNair.  The suitcases that she was straggling along with went in the corner near her desk until she could find time to go back to her quarters and stow them there.  Then, came her most prized possession.  Setting her doggie carrier on the desk, she smiled and opened the lock on the kennel and braced herself as her  Husky puppy named Daisy, (http://images02.olx.ie/ui/2/26/00/32622600_1.jpg) bounded out of the cage and looked up at her with curious eyes.  "Yes, baby...This is where we will be calling home for quite some time to come," she said, leaning down and scratching behind her puppy's ears gently, before letting the creature roam free in her office.<br/><br/>The first real breath she felt she'd taken in the past few hours came out of her mouth in a deep exhale.  She had made it.  She was safely onboard the USS McNair and was set for the upcoming missions.  That was all she could ask for.  Her office was clean, neat and tidy.  She had a lot to organize, and figuring out where things would go would be on her top priority list for tomorrow...Or later tonight, depending on how at ease she could get her mind in order for her to relax.  She knew that she would end up getting a head start on everything.  That was the way she was.  Her work came first.  It always had, and there little that she could do to change that flaw about herself.  But, right now, she was going to take a minute and just let everything soak in.<br/><br/>At this time yesterday, she wasn't sure that she would be able to make it in time on this ship.  The ship that she was supposed to travel on the meet the SS McNair had been found with glitches.  Of all the inconveniences that she had ever experienced so close to a deadline, this one had to top the list.  Stranded for almost eight hours, Sahara was sure that she would have to make a call to the ship's Commander, declining her spot on the ship.  Luckily, or unluckily enough, depending on who you asked, everything had come up and running again, leaving Sahara with little, but just enough time to make it to where she needed to be.<br/><br/>A quick stop at the docking station had found her hastily moving her things around, trying to get them all gathered and secured before she was able to be transported onboard the USS McNair.  Once here, she hadn't even thought to visit her quarters first.  No, the first order of business had been to find her way straight here to the Sickbay, needing to get everything as set up as possible before the end of the day.  Being that she had been delayed, Sahara was now filled with a sense of urgency, as if she was constantly running behind for something, when in actuality, she wasn't.  One of the perks of her ever-evolving personality, she supposed.<br/><br/>Stretching her muscles quietly, she glanced at Daisy, noticing how the puppy was not clawing at her boots.  "Yes, yes...I know...You're hungry," she murmured, settling down with one of the bags she had brought in with her.  Rummaging through her things took a minute before she found what she was looking for.  Two dog bowls and a bag of food for her precious creature.  Setting it down, she gave Daisy an affectionate pat before realizing that she was in need of sustenance herself.<br/><br/>Looking longingly at the boxes of things that needed to be put away and dealt with, she sighed, considering her options.  Eat, or get a start on her work...Eat or get a start on her work...Eat or get a start on her work...  Getting up from her desk, she made sure to put Daisy on her leash before heading out of the Sickbay in search of some sort of kitchen area where she could find food, her reasoning being that nourishment would make her perform better with the tasks at hand.</span>