Depressed part 2 "
By: Craig Witmore, Engineer, [RNPC]
Cohen , Engineer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58206.15 2030

She took a step back. “Something tells me this might be “man’ stuff.”

“’Man stuff”?” he said with a touch of amusement.

“You know,” and she raised her arm in a flexing gesture. “‘Man’ stuff.”

“Right,” he agreed, flexing in return. Considering the knack that Maria had for sweetly strong-arming people into doing things, he had a sneaking suspicion he knew who had the stronger muscles.

Walking across the lounge, he took notice of the way Maria paced him a couple feet away, only to break off and head in another direction as soon as he got near Cohen. He heard Cohen sigh loudly and knew the tone of it. He’d heaved a sigh or two like that himself.

“Cohen?” he asked.

Cohen looked up at him. “Oh hey Sir. Hello.”

“Hello.” Craig replied, sliding down into a chair opposite. “Call me Craig. We’re off duty, and we’re all friends here.”

“Sir, Craig,” said Cohen uncertainly.

“And I should call you - ?”

“Cohen.”

“Oh” Craig paused a moment. “Something got you down, Cohen?”

Cohen raised an eyebrow. “You could tell that.” Cohen asked. Impressed. “Wow. You know, I saw you come in, but you were way over there, and I didn’t think you’d even noticed me. How were you able to tell from way over there?”

Somehow, Maria told me wouldn’t sound impressive. “Call it a knack,” Craig replied.

“So…. You want to talk about it?”