<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Three Forward Crew Lounge </strong><br/>            (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Kroken.jpg)</div><br/>Her mind buried in calculations and induction manifold buffers, her hand unconsciously carrying Ratamba stew to her mouth, Liara completely missed the young ensign joining her at the bar.<em>“Oh wowser…what’s that awesome smell?”</em>His excited exclamation regarding her lunch pulled her out of the trance she was in.  She was used to people finding the smell of Ratamba stew to be less than enticing, so she wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or truly interested.  "It's Ratamba stew, Bajoran delicacy!"  Smiling happily for the distraction from her work,  Liara looked the young man up and down for a minute.  The blue medical/science uniform fit his trim body well.  The single pip on his collar put her at ease, knowing they were of the same rank.  Suddenly she was hit with a pang of familiarity with the young man.  He looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't place his face.  "I'm Liara.  Do I know you from the Academy?  You look really familiar."<br/>