*Before she pulls away, runs hands through her hair, taking out her ponytail along with some loose strands.* There. Thank you. *Takes some strands of hair and scans them. A bar appears on the genetics screen.* Now we wait.
*Chuckles.* Yeah. Anyway, to be truthful, it's some Roman republic and Carthage history. I'm trying to write an ahistorical fiction. How the Carthaginians overcame the Romans... blah blah blah, you probably aren't interested... *Smiles.* *** *Starfleet engineers work fluidly and easily in their habitat, the workload soon…
Anything to help me understand you confusing people. *Smiles jokingly.* *** *Other engineers soon file out slowly, leaving only Starfleet engineers there.*
*Finds several historical textbooks open on it, along with PADDs open to several historical blogs and websites. The notebook with squiggles is open, but the squiggles seem to be in novel formate.* *** *Some engineers are in the corner, taking notes on the basics of Starfleet engineering. Obviously trying to steal them.*
Wanna go see if Ten Forward has any emergency liquor or food? *** *Another Engineer tries to turn on the warp reactor without it connected to any safety precautions.*
We don't have much else to do, huh? *Stops spinning.* God, this is just like a power outage back home. Why don't we break out the candles and flashlights!
*Smiles.* Of course, cher. You're kind, smart, caring, loving, and nurturing. *Tilts head.* Though I feel sad for the poor child who gets me for a father....