Sam hadn't had some personal time to himself, either, for a while, since his transfer to the McNair had involved quite a bit of travel, and he'd been doing things aboard the Odysseus right up until the very last minute that he'd been in the ship.  "I haven't either.  At least, not that I really remember.  After ten years, sometimes things all blur together unless there was something very personal about the mission."<br/><br/>"No, you're right, I was the Operations Chief aboard my last ship.  It was kind of jarring, really, all the leaps I was making between assignments.  First I was just one of the ensigns, then I was flight controller, and then Chief of Ops after that...this is the first real command type position that I've had since I started in Starfleet a decade ago."  He scratched his head.  He'd had training in all of the areas, like any Starfleet officer, but Command was the route he'd chosen to go.<br/><br/>"It's not as much issues with being off-duty," Sam clarified, "as wanting to be a good example.  Like it or not, I'm the ship's First Officer, which means someone somewhere is probably looking up to me as what they want to be someday.  And I should be responsible and set a good example for that person."