action;
[ sometime later, whenever betty's out and about somewhere in the dome (action, bc i do what i want and you can't stop me), she'll pass a tall, curvy woman who looks like she just stepped out of a science fiction pulp magazine or something penned by edgar rice burroughs. her hair's done up in its usual updo, wearing something not resembling a catsuit thanks to penelope garcia being her wardrobe consultant. (she doesn't see the point of fashion, but it is easier to dress in the clothing available than save the points required to request more dermal sheaths.) she's got a tricorder in hand and the starfleet insignia/combadge pinned to her chest. ]