Kathryn Janeway bent over to reach her water and took a sip. She panted as she turned back to the barre.
"Donc, encore, Katrine." The sharp, accented voice of her instructor filled the sunlit studio. Kathryn had been tempted to alter the weather parameters to suit her mood, but had left them alone thinking that the light levels would be good for her. "Puis. Prépare, port de bras, tendu, et vitement plié et relevée. Bien. Avec la musique."
The captain allowed herself to become absorbed in the movements, focusing on her extension, pointing her foot and rounding her arms and pushing aside the gloom that had settled on her since the Equinox fiasco. As she rose on demi-pointe and turned to complete the exercise on the other side, her eyes fell upon a familiar towel hanging on the other end of the barre. She froze.
"Am I hogging the holodeck again, Chakotay?"
"Don't stop on my account, Captain." He was leaning against a wall opposite the barre, his expression inscrutable.
She bristled at the use of her rank. "There are certain things to which a Captain should not subject her crew. Computer, end program. Good night, Commander."