"The skirts and boots aren't the only problem with whatever sadist designs these uniforms," Christine grips, stripping off her excursion jacket and dumping the gray garment on the floor. Carol frowns and picks it up, hanging it over the back of a chair. "What is with Starfleet and turtlenecks? I feel like I can't breath."
"Oh I don't know," Darwin drawls, tucking her legs under herself at Carol's desk chair. "They're pretty good at hiding… evidence," she says, with a pointed look at Jodi.
Jodi picks up Carol's pillow and throws it at Darwin, who catches it easily and throws it back. "I only see Taylor every couple months! Not all of us get laid like clockwork around here."
None of them look at Uhura, since the Commander is still the Commander, but Darwin notices her blushing regardless.