#nebula-class-captain

Deanna rubbed her temples tiredly; the territory negotiations had been going on all day and very little progress had been made. All they had been able to establish was that they didn't agree on anything. However, the very fact that the Cardassians were willing to conduct talks was encouraging and any communication was better than silence. She only wished that they were aboard the Enterprise. The negotiations had been suddenly declared shortly after the Enterprise was docked for maintenance and upgrades. It was only after Geordi took the warp engines offline for a serious overhaul that they were summoned to conduct the talks. Since their ship was unprepared, the Justicia was playing host to the Cardassian delegates. She herself had been sent along to aid in whatever way she could.

She considered going back to her assigned quarters to sleep off the tension headache that loomed at the back of her skull but she was too wound up to sleep. She, instead, turned to the optional reception for the diplomats that she hadn't intended on attending. Aboard her own ship, she might go to Ten Forward or perhaps even to sickbay to spend some time with Beverly or even the holodeck--but here her options were limited. She hesitated for a moment longer before changing her destination from her quarters to the reception, hoping to grab a drink and to have a civil conversation before turning in for the night.