Gaila had been slumped over a table. Properly slummed, forehead on the table and arms on her head, as if she could hide from everything. Or, possibly, protect her brain.
It's been that kind of shift.
The only reason she's in Ten Forward to begin with is that she heard rumours of real alcohol, and for that, she'll put up with everything. Even being stuck with a ridiculous human idea of a pirate's coat over her grey uniform that she can't take off (thanks, Q).
But first, before article, she slumped. And groaned.
And then someone bumps her.
"Oi!" she says, turning around in her seat. Then she stops. Dressed up like a human pirate.
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It's been that kind of shift.
The only reason she's in Ten Forward to begin with is that she heard rumours of real alcohol, and for that, she'll put up with everything. Even being stuck with a ridiculous human idea of a pirate's coat over her grey uniform that she can't take off (thanks, Q).
But first, before article, she slumped. And groaned.
And then someone bumps her.
"Oi!" she says, turning around in her seat. Then she stops. Dressed up like a human pirate.
"New eye-patch?"