Lt. Dr. Carol Marcus (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} torpedoed) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Carol sat at the bar, nursing a beer. The past week, since Troi had come on board, the general mood on board the Enterprise had been tense. While she was probably supposed to be cooperating with him, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the travelers, who seemed to be worried about him and his intentions. Frankly, her own worries were in line with theirs. The travelers hadn't done anything wrong, and for the most part they were good people. She didn't want to see them subjected to needless interrogation.
She glanced up when she noticed someone sit down at the bar next to her, only to notice that it was Jim. There was a tiny flutter in her stomach that she fought down. Ugh. No need for that. Especially not after the tense way their last conversation ended.
"Captain," she said plainly.