You don’t like those tinheads? Neither do I.

(She steps up next to him, washing down the last bite of hors d’oeuvres with a hefty swig of champagne.) Ugh. That’s vinegar in a tux.

Alright, which AC's crapped out now?

(She steps up beside him, arms crossed, giving him a sideways look)

Come on, Commander. Why the long face?

Look, the ship'll do what's in the specs. Mostly. Unless some genius decides to push warp 9.8 with a plasma injector that's hanging on by duct tape and good intentions. Then we’re all gonna have a very exciting five seconds.

Give me a break, Rayner, you're not old until you start griping about the weather on Kaminar.

Lost? (Not looking up from her work.) On a ship with replicators and holodecks? How is that possible, Commander?

(She drops onto the sofa with a huff. A tool dangles from her belt.)

Whoever replicates caramel popcorn next is cleaning up the mess themselves.

What kind of trouble has he gotten himself into now? I'll go find him.

Is it just me, or does it smell like something's burning here? (She sniffs)

I'm going to have breakfast now, and only a red alert can stop me.

Commander Reno reporting for duty. What the hell is broken this time?

☆Independent portrait of Commander Jett Reno, USS Discovery ☆Multiverse ☆Ships with chem ☆Crossover friendly ☆OC's welcome ☆DM open "I've already forgotten that."