<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/bridge%20purple%202.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mei-Li Xiang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Waiting Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rest of the Crew<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Socializing!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The room was rapidly filling up, now - A cursory glance told Mei-Li that they wouldn't have *that* much time to chat...Though it never hurt to make new acquitances. Her slim shoulders lifted in a slight shrug - "The official term is 'Medical Officer', I believe." she offered, with a friendly wink. "It's way too formal, don't you think?"<br/><br/>It was impossible not to feel the...Tension? Connection? Something she couldn't put to words?...between Evie and - Eric, was it? - though this wasn't the time or place to pry. Still - She hoped they'd find a way to work it out. Or this would be a very, very uncomfortable trip, indeed.<br/><br/>The lovely Venusian's train of thought was momentarily interrupted, at the Captain's arrival; She straightened, drawing herself to attention - Just for a moment - before she relaxed, ever-so-slightly self-conscious as her wry smile lingered on her full lips. Old habits died hard, after all...You didn't grow up in a corporate enclave without being<em>very</em>conscious of hierarchy - At all times. Another thing to get used to.<br/><br/>Her slim fingers brushed lightly against the emblem pinned to her left breast; "-I'm pulling double-duty as the Science Officer, too...But there's less call for that than you'd think." Well, maybe<em>that</em>was a bit of an exaggeration - But the truth would be faintly alarming at this point. No need to worry the others, just yet.<br/><br/>Mei-Li's gaze took in the room, her lips curving in a thoughtful pout - "My, it looks like you two aren't the only ones with history..." she mused aloud, a contemplative note to her husky-sweet voice; Though the Captain and...Jay, if she'd heard correctly...seemed to be on rather better terms. At any rate, the others certainly looked like they knew how to handle themselves in a scrap...Something that was<em>always</em>reassuring. After all, the rough stuff had<em>never</em>been her forte.