[Auxiliary Engineering]
Ariste had had her head stuffed in this damn robot for the better part of two hours. Something had been going wonky with the android, it had been threatening to short out, spotting random phrases at her, and repeating whatever was said to her. She couldn't find the issue, not in her circuits, cortex, or metaphorical "heart". Even connected to the ship's entire computer system, it couldn't properly diagnose the issue.
Biting her tongue, Ariste took a deep breath, counting to ten. She wouldn't let all this work be for naught, she wasn't going to lose HAPPY.
Straightening her back, she strode back over to her toolbox, plucking out the disk she wanted, before going back over to the empty husk. Now was the moment of truth.
"Serif, initiate download procedure." "Yes Aristotle."SERIF's signature Australian accent confirmed. Wrinkling her nose, Ariste let his joking jab at her name slide. For the moment. Opening HAPPY's mental storage compartment, she moved to insert it, when her commbadge rang.
It took a moment for the revelation to sink in. Ardy regularly helped her with her project, so she assumed it was something about that. Until her words clicked.
Crap! She was not only late, she was late AND totally dirty and unfit for duty. Spinning on her heel, she made a mental checklist of what she needed to turn off or on before sprinting back to her room. Localization. Interfacing. Syncing. Scanning. Lights.
Grabbing up anything she immediately needed, she smacked her commbadge.
"Tell the Captain I'm on my way!" 
she yelled, before closing the connection.
Serif, turn scanning and syncing off. Program 23. Serif turn lights down." she paused, before realizing her mistake.
"Computer! Turn lights down!" "What setting would you like the lights to be at?""I don't frigging care, zero!" eyes scanning the room once more, she blanked on anything else she needed to turn off, before leaving the room, full speed. And subsequently smacking her arm on the door, because the lights were at zero by the time she reached the doorframe.
This left her stumbling out, rubbing the now-forming bruise on her left arm, and dodging people as she attempted to sprint through heavy traffic.
[Turbolift]
Slamming her body into the Turbolift, she weakly tried to hide exactly how hard she was panting. For as much as she crawled around in the Jeffries, she really wasn't in as good of shape as she should be.
"Deck... ah.. Deck seven!" Sticking her tongue out, she tried to catch her breath. Had to make a short stop at her quarters, change her uniform and wash her blackened and greasy hands and face. Pushing her way out as the turbolift doors opened, she kicked herself into high gear.
[Bridge]
As far as Ariste was concerned, she deserved a medal. Changing and scraping the dirt off her skin took an impossibly short time of just five minutes. Seven to get back into the Turbolift and en route to the Bridge. She'd be damned if anyone could beat that, and now she had a new record time to rub in Ardyn's face. But for now, she needed to actually report in and get to her duty station. Straightening her rumpled shirt and putting on her serious face, she tried to hide her accent, instead putting on a good formal display.
"Apologies, Captain, for the wait. Apologies Captain.... Apologies, Captain for the wait. Lieutenant Stark reporting in."Soon, the turbolift stopped it's ascent, the doors opened, and she strode onto the bridge as if she hadn't just sprinted a half a mile in ten minutes.
"Apologies, Captain, for the wait. Lieutenant Stark reporting in for Bridge shift." No trace of Australian or Brazilian accent anywhere. Just mechanical standard, like a Vulcan. Or a robot.
Swallowing hard, she hoped the Captain wouldn't realize how hard her chest was heaving in labored breathing, or the subtle smudges she'd missed in her hurry. That's when she noted yet another person, standing to attention as they clocked in. Trying not to make it obvious, she squinted at their pips, heartrate skyrocketing as she saw them. Goddamnit! Could she do anything more wrong today? Late to her shift, come in unkempt, and now, interrupt the Commander's report in?
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," she mumbled, almost inaudible as she backed up, backed all the way into the corner her station was in, and then wheeled around. At least here she could pretend she was doing actual work. And hopefully, not be bothered for the entirety of her shift, especially not for the long-overdue reprimand.