Re: [IC] ShipÂ’s Company (Light RP)
What had begun as a painful but hopefully brief errand was suddenly in danger of becoming something suspiciously like a party. Something had apparently distracted the first officer, and it must have been a pretty serious something. Usually Devon had to deal with reprimands or threats of transfer, not being overlooked entirely.
On the other hand, now the captain -- who was indeed female, so score one for the microbiologist, though it wasn't going to save him -- had finally breezed in, which meant that Devon had another option for ending this increasingly torturous situation. The last thing she wanted was to sit through a string of reminiscences about Wolf 359, especially since there would be a real danger of being expected or even ordered to share her own. Not that she would, not even if every Admiral in Starfleet ordered her to, but she was, in her own way, trying to start off on the right foot. So better to escape while she still could.
"Okay, so you want family stuff," she put in when there was finally a reasonable pause. "Born on Earth, I have a mother, a father, a stepmother, a stepfather, and a younger brother. He's a writer. I graduated Starfleet Medical with honors, specialty in exobiology. I don't bother with hobbies, my job is my hobby, so I'll just be getting back to that now if we're done. Lots of work to do getting that Sickbay in order."
With that she spun on her heel and headed out of the room, then hesitated and turned back for a moment, trying to mind her manners even though she wasn't entirely sure that a Vulcan would appreciate the effort. "Oh, and thanks for the invitation, Captain," she added, the awkward moment made more awkward as she was forced to trail off, realizing that she'd forgotten the woman's name. Medical information and faces she could remember all day, but everyone seemed to expect her to remember names first, even though that wasn't a lot of help in a medical emergency. "Thanks."