<strong>Ensign Thompson reporting to the bridge.</strong><br/><br/>Richard had been filled in by the Commander and was now prepared for this mission. There was a serious look on his face as he walked through the sliding door onto the bridge. There was a discussion going on between the Captain and one of the officers from Sickbay. His eyes were a little too busy scanning the girl to properly identify her. Richard flicked the rubber band on his wrist. He had stopped to grab it from his quarters which is what took him so long to get to the bridge. It was meant to keep his teenage urges in check. Every time he had a thought that was much less civilized than it should be, he pulled the rubber band against his wrist.<br/><br/>"Is there anyone that needs any assistance from Intelligence?" Richard did not want to interrupt anything and he was a little too consumed in thought suppression to take initiative and do something. His teenage self was known to be deep in thought at all times. But now he was just battling with himself to keep his thoughts in control.