"You would think that I had only finished high school, not studied advanced weaponry," Carol says, pacing in the tiny space between her storage locker and bunk. With all of them crammed in there, it was impossible to get a good amount of strides in. "I'm going to have to get a stepstool to see over their shoulders when they all get like that, turning so I can't even see the monitor."
"Hawkins does that," Hannity commiserated. "I'm going to get 0718 to 'accidentally' knock him out of the way next time he hogs my station."
"I'll teach you some Romulan," Uhura said, opening another bottle of Andorian whiskey. "Hawkins is still pretty sore about that. I caught him studying Low Rihan the other day, though I didn't point out he had the text upside down. That way," Uhura pauses to pour a bit of whiskey into Hannity's empty glass, "you can show up Hawkins on your own, without 0718."
"Next up is shrinking Scotty to Keenser's height so I can see over him," Carol added and Darwin laughed into her own glass.
"Toss a sandwich in the corner," she suggests. It felt so good to get these things out there, to be able to talk about their senior, and invariably male, officers. "He'll be on it like Admiral Archer's beagle."
