<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sahara had spent a great deal of time wandering the hallways of the USS McNair with only one thought in mind.  Find something to eat, or at the very least some coffee.  Coffee would be good, and would keep her awake.  Coffee had been something she recently acquired a taste for, deciding that it was a good way to keep her awake, letting her accomplish what she needed to.  Now, she simply swore by the stuff.  The brown, rich, silky fluid was nothing beyond compare.<br/><br/>As she got closer and closer to the kitchen, she inhaled.  Another rich, tasty aroma filled her senses, causing her to salivate a small bit.  Following the smell of the sweet aroma, she found herself in the doorway of the place that she had been looking for.  The kitchen.  The scent was much stronger in here, and as she looked around the space, her eyes zeroed in on the container that was simmering atop the stove.<br/><br/>"Whatever it is that is being made has the most delightful aroma," she said, peering at the two people in the room.  "Hello," she said with a friendly smile aimed at both the others in the room with her.  "I didn't mean to barge in unannounced," she said.  "If you give me just a moment, I'll leave you to your privacy," she promised, her voice rich with sincerity as she looked at her companions again.  <br/><br/>One was a female, with wonderful waves of the brightest red hair she had ever seen.  The way that the light caught in the strands was absolutely breath-taking and Sahara found herself briefly loathing her own plain, dark hair.  Turning to look at the other inhabitant of the room, she smiled again.  A man.  Her gaze swept over him briefly, and she blinked as an interesting, yet unexplainable notion washed over her.  Very curious indeed, she thought to herself as she dismissed it as a feeling of being both overwhelmed by her day, and the new situation that she was now a part of.</span>