(Test Run) Waking Up After a Very Long Night

[tasha_yar]

Normally, she awakens quickly from habit. Today, she feels foggy...like she's been dried out from some weird drug. Damn it, she hasn't felt this bad since the day after the Tsiolkovsky incident. That's not worth examining while she has this head and body ache.

What happened this time? she thinks thickly. And how bad is it going to get?

She blinks a few times slowly. There was this dream. Deanna in a crashed shuttle and this...oil slick? Maybe. The damn thing laughed. Taunted them. Blocked their path to Troi and the injured crew. She tried. What did she try? Whatever it was she was floating afterwards, or flying through the air; like the dream shifted or something.

"The landing wasn't smooth," she murmurs with little mirth, rubbing her head.

She must have fallen asleep in her uniform again. Her head will clear with some coffee and food. Then, her sense kicks in. If she had been drugged, she needs to go to sickbay with as little intervention to herself as possible. If she's having a new form of intense nightmare then she needs to check in with Deanna. A large part of her wants to know she's okay anyway after that weirdness.

She chooses to forgo the shower in the same spirit as forgoing food and head out of her bedroom to check in with the first place her feet take her.

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[knight_2000]

An accent, yes. They'll go with that, for now.

"Oh, no, thank you. I know my way by now. I have a working map of the entire ship." He taps his temple a couple of times, but then his face takes on a hint of concern.

"I don't mean to pry, but are you well? You seem... what is the colloquialism? 'Under the weather'? Are you in need of assistance?" He cocks his head, relying only on the normal human spectrum of vision to try to determine her condition.

[tasha_yar]

She frowns at him. "Thank you but that's not your concern." She barely know how to handle those who use their extra senses on her politely. Even Deanna doesn't always get her most well-behaved self even when she knows the Betazoid only has the best of intentions.

She's about to walk off, but some nagging feeling stop her. She remakes eye contact with the stranger. "Why?"

[knight_2000]

"No, I suppose it isn't." His voice sounds almost sad, but if that's the way she wants to be, there really isn't anything he can do about it.

He nods a cordial farewell, ready to resume his course to Ten Forward, but her question stops him, catching him off-guard.

"Why?" He blinks at her, a mix of both curiosity and a deer-in-headlights look on his face. His next comment is out before he even has a chance to think about what he's saying, or how he's automatically started scanning her despite himself.

"My scanners indicate that your stress levels are high. Your blood sugar is low, and there is tension in your muscles. Is is as if you are on alert, yet there is no external threat that I am aware of." He pauses, eyeing her critically. "Is there something that we should know about?" He's seen this before in the humans he's worked with, and it's almost never a good sign.

[tasha_yar]

Her stomach falls. "Scanners?" No. It couldn't be. He looks...

It would not be the weirdest thing he's done. she reminds herself.

"Data?"

[knight_2000]

He's still looking at her askance, but now some confusion and genuine concern is creeping in. He mentally assigns it to her physical condition, but he answers carefully.

"... Yes, I used the data I acquired in my scan of you to come to this conclusion. Are you sure you're all right? Perhaps you should allow me to accompany you to Sick Bay, Miss."

[tasha_yar]

Her eyes narrow. "Is this some kind of joke?" She's pretty sure it isn't. The android-speak means jokes might very well be lost on this man.

He can see her shift slightly into a more defensive stance. "Who are you?"

[knight_2000]

He's well aware of what jokes are, but this isn't one of them. He takes a step back, trying to keep his own posture open and non-threatening as he watches her.

"My name is Kitt. I'm a guest on this vessel, brought here by Q a few weeks ago. I assure you, I mean you no harm." He doesn't feel the need to tell her anymore than that, not yet.

[tasha_yar]

Her eyes narrow. She presses her com. "Yar to Bridge."

Nothing.

She tries again.

Still nothing.

Q.

"I'm sorry, but until we get this sorted out, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me to Sickbay." The tone in her voice makes it clear this is not a request.

Sickbay is close by, will definately have communication lines open to somewhere, a roster of crew and passangers, and - well, if something is wrong with her, they'd have the best chance of sorting it out.

[knight_2000]

If the look on his face is one of utter bafflement, that's because he is utterly baffled.

"I'm not sick. Unless you're requesting some accompaniment for yourself? Are you unable to make it on your own?" That would make more sense, but his scans, while worrisome, weren't absolutely alarming. Still, who was he to judge how she was feeling?

[tasha_yar]

She doesn't answer verbally, but her body language is about as clear as he's ever seen on a human indicating which direction they need to head towards.

(And I think this is a around a good cut off. Thank you.)