<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sahara had begun to gather her things, collecting the datapads that she had been using to make note of certain things throughout the briefing.  She stood up, heading for the door, her mind on the stack of things that she had to organize in her office when she got back to the Sickbay.  She was going to make a night of it, she supposed.  She had never really been one for sleep, and she was sure that she wasn't going to miss having it right now.<br/><br/>A voice to her left shook her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the Captain speaking to her.  "Of course, Captain Mitchell," she said pausing, and stepping aside to let the rest of the crew filter through the room and out of it just as quickly.  "What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at him.  It seemed a bit odd that she was getting a special request to talk to the Captain.  She didn't think that she had done anything bad with her job as yet.</span>