Melissa was finishing her power-walk when the alarm came. It had helped settle her thoughts, let her mind wander lazily and peacefully, and she was, after stopping to find her bearing, heading back the way she'd came when the announcement seized her attention with its sudden, "Code red!"<br/><br/>The telepath suspected she was a member of that<em>special team</em>, considering the earlier briefing, which meant she had somewhere to be. She took off running down the hall, heading for the... wait, was the control room even in that direction? Her mental map of the ship was still next to nonexistent.<br/><br/>She stopped, and reoriented herself, and accosted the first person she came across with a quick, crisp, "Control room, which way?"<br/><br/>One way or another--be it getting directions from another crew member, finding some kind of directions within the ship itself, or meeting up with another member of the team and tagging along with them--she found her way there, arriving probably breathless after her brief adventure of being half-lost within the ship.