After my unplanned research project of last night, I was woken up entirely too early for my tastes. Probably only four hours into my sleep, I am being awoken from a peaceful slumber to be surprised by a person in my quarters. I only saw a slight movement as my eyes started to crack, then I rolled across the bed, grabbed my d'k tahg and readied it against my unexpected guest before I could even identify her.

"I hate to say it but your promotion party bored me nearly to death, what's there to do around here?" she said to me, not even so much as pretending the d'k tahg was in the room, let alone pointed at her in a threatening manner. Between the painfully soviet accent, and finally getting a good look at her, I recognized her as the new face at the party last night. Svetlana. I put the blade away and shook my head.

"I hope that you at least had the courtesy to make sure my cat didn't get out when you gave yourself access to my quarters," was my answer.

Svetlana glanced around, "Cat is there." she pointed, "You are maybe wanting coffee? Bagel? Pants?"

"Pants are overrated," I answered with a smirk, and spared a glance towards where Svetlana indicated Delilah was. "I would accuse you of having an overgrown cat toy, but I know I saw that thing following you last night at the party..." The little bot had produced something fuzzy looking that it was taunting Delilah with. Sounded like there was a bell in it, and amazingly enough, Delilah was responding to the toy, probably because of the novel thing that was holding it, as any humanoid trying the same trick usually was ignored. "Okay, V, what flavor of trouble did you have in mind?"

"We could be starting with breakfast, perhaps with some beer? Nice breakfast beer is sounding good," Svetlana answered. At this, I shook my head and stood up.

"If you're looking to get a light buzz going this early in the morning, I have better stuff than beer," I explained as I snagged a couple random pieces of clothing from my closet to get dressed. I ended up with leather pants, a comfortably loose sweater and big stompy boots. "How about breakfast blood wine? That's alliterative..." Svetlana seemed to ponder this, and an idea came to me. "At the party, you were claiming you could peg the age on various alcoholic tasties... we could start with this..." As I spoke, I made for the little cabinet that I kept my small collection. I pulled out my 2309.

She almost sounded like she wasn't going to get the year, but after a little pondering, and some muttering in what sounded vaguely Russian, but made the universal translator spit out white noise, she got it. So I pulled out the Romulan Ale I had. Not as good as what Spiegel had, but this was what I had left of the 2341. She couldn't quite pin it, she got it within a decade. After a little more sampling of my fine collection, she mentioned we'd already docked at the station for the repairs and leave, so I suggested we find adventure on the station. When she spit more of the Russian sounding stuff that borked the universal translators, this time at her bot to convince it to leave Delilah alone, I asked her what language it was. New Siberian was her answer. Interesting,

At any rate, I aim to follow up with Imaru at some point. When I inquired of her to the computer, it was indicated she was already roped into an engineering shift so soon after joining the crew here. Svetlana agreed we could check in with her after her shift, so the two of us are headed to the station to investigate the bars.