<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lieutenant Curruthers finally settled down at her desk inside her quarters on board the USS McKinney.  It had been a very long two days for her.  They had entered into hostile territory and all hands were needed to get the ship out safely.  Her help was needed elsewhere, and while she had found time to listen to Tosh's message, she hadn't found the time to reply until now.<br/><br/>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br/><br/>I don't mind the short message, Vergil, as long as you are sending yourself out there and not being a recluse like I know you can be.  This Captain of yours sounds like a smart man if he is not content to let you hole up in your quarters.  I've done some research and I've read nothing but good things about Captain Mitchell, so I'm sure that you are in good hands.<br/><br/>I'm sorry for my own lack of speedy response.  Our ship entered into troubled territory, and that has kept me busy for the past few days.<br/><br/>Not to worry though, things are fine here, and I am fine.  I would love to have the McKinney dock with the McNair.  It would be nice to actually see you again and speak in person.  But, for now, I suppose these messages, though not ideal, will have to make do.  There's not much to report here.  Things are quiet since the minor blip that got thrown on our radar.<br/><br/>I expect to hear all about your time during that party, Vergil.  And I hope to hear about it soon.<br/><br/>I think I'm going to try and get some rest now.  As usual, my normal threat to kick your ass if you don't respond still stands.  Be safe, Vergil.<br/><br/>"Computer end transmission and send to Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, USS McNair," she said, before shutting off the systems in her quarters, and rising from her chair.</span>