A light humming sound moved through the corridor, announcing her presence as surely as anything. Not that people here knew she hummed, or sang. But as she settled in on the Manhattan, Sair was starting to feel like she could relax and be herself. Not that she was worried about what people thought of it exactly, but it had been awhile since she had worked at a Starfleet facility and there were adjustments to be made.
Sair glided into the Lounge, feeling much more comfortable here than going to the officer’s Mess. She wasn’t an officer, despite being a member of the senior staff, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that her using that space was somehow wrong. It was named that way for a reason and she wanted to respect the way things were done here. Besides, the lounge was an easier place to be social with a larger variety of people. You never know who might turn up and given that she had been stuck in an endless stream of evals and sessions, she needed a break from the constancy of it and to let herself be seen, be a part of things.
As the lilac-haired counsellor looked around, she planted her hands on her hips, the long wide sleeves of her tunic flowing. It was sheer, printed with some sort of jungly-floral pattern in vivid greens, pinks and yellow on a white background. The tunic flowed over her fit body, stopping asymmetrically at her hips, with the longer end trailing down to a knee. Underneath was a fitted tank and leggings in silver.
Moving to the bar after assessing the moderate busyness of the place, Sair moved to the bar and waited her turn to order a drink.
~Sair Songz, CNS
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