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The Ex-B has been put to bed in the medbay with the EMH hovering, gleefully considerate, over her concussion and grazes. The old man has laired up in his replica study with Fighting Nun Boy to talk, and Raffi disappeared into her quarters with a bottle of tequila a half hour ago.
Which leaves Cris minding the ship, lounging at ease in the captain’s chair with his book and his aguardiente and the pretty, pretty lights in the windows.
And it leaves Jurati, plunked down in the Ops seat...
- Part 2 of On the Decks of La Sirena