There is a wash of noise, like subspace static, and the hum of a console, the thrum of engines, the whooshing, soothing sound of doors opening and closing, the murmur of voices speaking many languages. This, at first, can seem overwhelming, but it's not. It's soothing.
Everything is in order, categorized, filed, and clean. There isn't a shred of clutter in her mind. She knows exactly where everything is and can find it in less time than you can say "I CAN DO THAT" -- which you can't.
Uhura has her professional side split neatly in half and her personal side is shut away behind a thick bulkhead with a whole mess of security all bent of keeping the fanboys out. Because she does not want. And when she does, you may sit in the waiting room with your magazine and she will get to you.
There are a few warning signs on those magazines, too. just so you don't get the door closing on your arse.
She won't discuss that personal life, either, so...don't even try, flyboy. And you can stop wanking, now. Get out and take your boxers with you. Seriously. That door is calling you. Don't make her throw you out.
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Everything is in order, categorized, filed, and clean. There isn't a shred of clutter in her mind. She knows exactly where everything is and can find it in less time than you can say "I CAN DO THAT" -- which you can't.
Uhura has her professional side split neatly in half and her personal side is shut away behind a thick bulkhead with a whole mess of security all bent of keeping the fanboys out. Because she does not want. And when she does, you may sit in the waiting room with your magazine and she will get to you.
There are a few warning signs on those magazines, too. just so you don't get the door closing on your arse.
She won't discuss that personal life, either, so...don't even try, flyboy. And you can stop wanking, now. Get out and take your boxers with you. Seriously. That door is calling you. Don't make her throw you out.