There's been a new rip recently, though this one has done more than the usual. Where usually the ship's crew is left relatively unphased by the people who come and go, relatively, there's a "new" face wandering around that has everyone on alert. If he's got enough access, he'll see that this time the ship's Chief Medical Officer was switched and a new, more traumatized version is here trying to settle in.

Settling in means keeping her distance for now. When Beverly isn't in the Arboretum or practicing Mok'bara somewhere quiet to meditate, she's spending short bursts of time in Ten Forward. Her typical fare seems to include a cup of tea, doesn't matter what kind, and a bowl of fruit. This she takes to a table, a different one each time, where she will sit long enough to eat it all, usually about an hour if she takes her time, and then she'll leave. Today is no different. Well, except for the person sitting close by she doesn't recognize.

Beverly offers a small smile and nods her head at his PADD. "Got some interesting reading?" she asks curiously.

She might also be one of the most interesting if he can tell that she's been pulled through space-time like this more than once.