From the Table

Colonel Kira Nerys seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if she had been practising walking through walls.

"No one move," she said, her head canting pitching slightly back as she barked to the assemblage in the lounge. As soon as she saw that her voice had been heard, noted and heeded, she continued, sheepishly. "Has anyone seen a gecko ?"

Lieutenant Damson Rhee, on the station awaiting the arrival of the USS Taurus raised her hand high above her head, then used it to point at the tabletop she was seated at. She watched as Kira walked briskly to the table, scooped the little creature up off of the table, nodded warmly to Rhee, then turned back the way she had come, muttering under her breath.

"You know Cap would have killed me if I had lost Mac's little scapegoat. What were you doing ?"

Amid the newly resumed sights and sounds of Tokath's "Stomach Wrencher", Doctor Damson Rhee rose to leave, taking her mug and tray first to the lounge's counter. A thought occurred to her and she turned toward the interior of the lounge, toward where the Colonel had headed. The woman was nowhere in sight. There were no exits in that direction.

"Hmph," Rhee mused, and left.