<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Tira Sannev<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief Engineer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Grabbing a snack in the mess hall<br/><hr/><br/>Technically, Tira wasn't on duty at the moment... she was just in the mess hall in her off hours, relaxing and grabbing a bite to eat. On the other hand, though... relaxing was, she figured, basically the same as wasting time. She hadn't gotten to be chief engineer by relaxing, she'd gotten there by spending nearly every waking hour thinking, learning, becoming as familiar as she could with every piece of technology Starfleet flew around with.<br/><br/>Of course, were she being honest, she'd have to admit that all that time spent with her tech had less to do with ambition, and more to do with the fact that it was so interesting, and just 'relaxing' was so damn boring.<br/><br/>Today was no exception, and while one corner of her table was taken up by a cup of lukewarm tea and a once-warm bagel, the rest of the surface was covered by the parts of a heavy-duty tricorder that had come back in less then functional condition by the last away team. Having come to the mess hall straight from her shift, her red uniform dress was still a bit rumpled from a busy day of work, and her hair was more then a bit mussed from spending the last hour of that shift crawling around an access shaft. One criticism she'd heard ever since her recent promotion was that she had to learn to delegate better, but she didn't think that was fair... she kept her team plenty busy, she just didn't feel comfortable with the state of the ship unless she had a chance to do some of the hands on work herself, to see first hand that things were all working properly.<br/><br/>At the moment, though, such worries were far from her thoughts... her attention was focused almost exclusively on the broken tricorder, her cold food looking as though she'd barely touched it. Her roommate back at the academy had joked that Tira's secret to maintaining her figure was that she simply forgot to eat, and that probably wasn't far from the truth.<br/><br/>That single minded focus did tend to pay off, though, and this time was no exception, a smile forming on her face as she finally spotted the problem, a few pieces of sand wedged almost imperceptibly into a connection port, shorting out two contacts that weren't supposed to be touching. Dislodging the debris, she quickly reassembled the tricorder with practiced ease, that smile widening to a grin as the machine chirped and came to life, as good as new. Sitting back in her seat, she took a sip of her tea in celebration... only to nearly spit it out at the taste of the room-temperature liquid, blushing and letting out a soft sigh as she got to her feet, making her way over to the counter for a fresh cup.