Returning to his Quarters from having his fill of food and drink in the Crew Lounge, he disabled the security protocols on his door and stepped inside. His Targ, Gurk, was asleep at the foot of the door, it's drool making a puddle on the floor beneath it's head. Karn bent his knees and ruffled the animal's fur between it's eyes, so that it had time to take in his scent so as not to startle it. Gurk awoke a few moments later and snorted in derision. He really didn't like being cooped up in his quarters. Karn didn't blame him, the quarters smelled that new ship smell. It stank to the Klingon. He'd get used to it though, like he had done with so many other things.<br/><br/>He picked the quickly drifting Targ up and carried him to the foot of his bed and laid him down. Then Karn laid down and went to sleep almost immediately, forgetting to replace the level 1 security protocols on his door.