"Christine, what is that?" La'an asked as she entered the office in sickbay, trying to find her.
"It's an artificial lung the doc is playing around with. Can I help you with anything? You're not sick or injured?" Christine replied, standing tall and giving La'an a once over.
"Apart from a slight headache, I'm fine. I was wondering, do you want to get dinner tonight?"
"Firstly, we're going to fix that headache," Christine said, grabbing La'an by the hand and dragging her over to a bed. "Sit."
"So, um, dinner?"
"How could I say no to such a pretty face?"