Everything up until the door was routine - without thought, just relief.

It's when the door to the Lounge slides open and she steps in that -

"Captain, I -" The sound catches in her throat. The seats here were always more democratic and freely offered than on other ships. No one, except the Captain, had "their" chair. It felt like being one of Arthur's knights.

But there's one missing. It's a moment, but her Captain needs her, so only a moment.

"You needed to see me, sir?" she says, feeling out of uniform in her tunic top and pants.