<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/812547894355427348/813570098564038656/PO_Nethali_Ryba_Aster.png)</div><strong>Petty Officer Aster</strong><br/>Location:<strong>Just outside sickbay</strong><br/>Tagged Players:<strong>C'Tara, Anatole</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The security officer lets the caitian ramble on ancient Earth history, saying nothing as she punches notes into her PADD. Awkwardly. Like an 2015 earth grandmother using a computer-- she certainly doesn't seem familiar with Federation tech.<br/><br/>Finally, with an angry nasal huff and an under-the-breath mutter of 'fvadt', she stabs the 'submit' button with a finger and slaps the PADD against her hip.<br/><br/>Honey brown eyes fix on the Caitian's own, narrowed. Angry.<br/><br/>"No harm, no fukkin' foul?" She repeats, incredulous. "Iun think you unnerstand jess how deep th' shithole<em>y'dug yerseff into</em>goes. You steal those pips givin' an unsuspectin' Earth LT a lapdance like a nek-ko? 'Cause-"<br/><br/>The three turned into the medbay, and thank god, because it cut short whatever unkind thing the petty officer was going to say next.<br/><br/>Instead, the woman stalled at the entrance as the gurney changed into the hands of a medbay staffer, but her voice rose angrily to follow the caitian's progress: "I'll put yer misplaced sense o' jocularity down t' th' effect o' th' hypo, 'cause yer 'no harm, no foul'<em>knowingly</em>coulda gotten a pair of kids kilt!"<br/><br/>One of the more brave medical staffers rushed to usher Petty Officer Aster back out into the hall, but not before the security officer relayed: "Yer confined to quarters following treatment 'til further notice!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>EDIT: Typo fix.