[Mess Hall]
Will had just sunk his teeth into the first sandwich when Ruth approached but before he could chew and swallow she was gone to place her order. He noticed she got her order faster then he did and chalked it up to his ever-present bad luck.
"Huh? Oh right, the jumpsuit." He nodded lazily and took a bite from his sandwich "Today was inspection day for the Operations Staff and I like to keep myself active when on duty so I took the work order that checked the main lines from the Bridge to Main Engineering. Sounds simple until you realize that a secondary transfer relay has fused shut between Decks 3 and 4. Took me a hour and a half just to wiggle the blasted thing free. Nevermind the ways I had to contort myself to do it! But it's done and done right." He unzipped his jumpsuit and shurgged it off his shoulders to reveal his gold uniform that was stained with sweat "I hope your shift involved less Jefferies Tubes and sweaty personnel."
Mess HallRuth giggled "I got about 50% of that prior to the last sentence! When you go full-on Ops Chief on me it might as well be another language, mind you, if I get going on Science I'm probably just as bad!"
She took a swig of coffee and said "Wanna swap half a BLT for half a grilled cheese? That looks good!! And I have more coffee, given the queues at the moment and both of us liking our coffee I didn't want to re-queue for a top up so I brought a pot! As for less jefferies tubes and sweat..."
Ruth looked at Will's tunic stained with sweat, "You could say that but I wouldn't say no to a long water shower with you!"
You could see she was still grinning around the sides of her sandwich as she took a mouthful.
"Shift wise, mostly boring. PADDs and PADDs of paperwork and reports. The highlight of the shift was hearing Raynor Hughes swearing at someone in Klingon for so much as
looking funny at his beloved Weeper plant. I swear it's called Ilana, seriously. He looks after it... tho it is a rather fastidious sort of plant, needs very careful handling, almost as tenderly as he looks after our CMO. This ship is starting to remind me of the old Arizona... the Love Boat!!"
Taking another bite and carefully chewing she said, "I've been thinking and you with the sweaty thing... it's a pretty sedentary life if we don't have invading Klingon Pirates or something when I'm down in Sciences. Even on the Bridge I am generally sat monitoring stuff. I use my brain in Science rather than being in a more active position. Soooo...."
She took a miniscule roll of fat between her finger and thumb at her midriff.
"...I need to get rid of this. Now we could go work out in a gym together, not that you need to but it would keep me motivated, or I could go see the CSTO and ask if I can train with the Security lot when they do their drills. I don't know about this ship but I remember on the Britannia and Challenger when I was in Security it was pretty demanding. B'Ozian was a pretty hard task master and didn't let anyone slack. Only exceptions were if you'd sustained injury
and had been to Sickbay for treatment... then you were allowed to do light training. The other alternative for my exercise..."
She took another mouthful of coffee, and finding it almost cold, mentally shrugged and drank it down anyhow, then slowly poured herself a fresh cup from the pot. The pot was more like a thermos flask and kept the coffee hot.
Ruth was stalling a little, she knew that the incident on the Bridge with Raynor was causing some degree of annoyance with Will, but he always seemed to mask his true feelings.
"...I can do some weapon training with Raynor." Rushing straight on before he had a chance to speak she said "...It gives me a chance to really let out my Viking side and throw axes at things in the holodeck and he volunteered to teach me how to use a Bat'leth and I have to admit I have a d'k targ that he gave me... fair exchange actually it was the weapon of the Klingon pirate who had my axe buried in his head... on sorry, you're eating."
She let out a little giggle thinking. Her Viking side had been a bit sullen and hidden until recently but it wanted to break free. "... I'm sure learning to use bat'leth, mek'leth, jejtaj, D'k tagh, Haf'leth, chonnaQ, qutiuch, and 'oy'naQ would be a huge work out. One day I might earn the right to own a bat'leth. But that is the honour of a warrior and I respect them enough that I wouldn't have one to call my own... I mean outside of training, until I truly knew how to use one. So which do you think is the best method to get rid of this flab?!"
She bit down on her sandwich. "Fewer of these would probably be a good idea but I don't care, I won't have anything else until perhaps a light snack later if we watch a movie or something together."