"Hello-hic-to YOU"
Mandy stumbled into her rooms after passing the handsome Terran in the hallway. The slight beginnings of the hangover she was about to get, as well as the invariable case of the hiccups that were to follow, lay draped over her like a shawl. Going to the tavern for information, oh man, she should have known better.

She gave a weak greeting to the fern, and collapsed onto the pile of pillows. The angel fluff was still warm, and her head-rest smelled of the Terran's hair. It was all she could do to stay awake and organize the things she had learned tonight. First of which being, never, NEVER, play quarters with the guys from Engineering again.

The first table she sat at contained the Gooligan contingency aboard the Enterprise. They were consuming gallon upon gallon of Eels blood, and looked in the mood to talk. They hardly noticed the slight figure sitting at their table, and they talked. They seemed worried about a space pirate named Trid, whose lingere models were as deadly as they were beautiful. And not to mention Trid's schleeber, the Enterprise would be in for a fight. The Gooligans were planning to hit the escape pods shortly after finishing the next pitcher.

The admiral sat alone, hands curled around a mug of steaming tea, even though the air in the tavern was stifling. His bloodshot eyes looked up as she neared the table.
"Hey, Mand." he bleated "Junior really appreciated those oranges you sent up. His cold is almost gone now."
"What brings you in here tonight?" asks Mandy while she pulls up a barstool. "It's getting awfully late."
"Well, telling you this in confidence of course.."
"Oh of course!" she sparks, while batting her double row of eyelashes, "That's why I'm here."
The Admiral orders her tea with amaretto, and begins to talk.

....So the Enterprise was headed for the Crab Nebula at the request of the song catcher. Maybe she should have left him at the mercy of the Daisies and Gladys? Only one could help her sort this maddening mess out. She glanced towards the ceiling to see Counselor A'Troi hovering at her table. Mandy climbs the stairs and perches on the railing. She tells the Counsellor everything she has learned so far, leaving out the teensy fact that Terrans smell vaguely like lemon balm, that was important to no one but her.

Counselor A'Troi gave her a shot of the mysterious liquid in her flask, and told her to go sleep on it. After downing the pale brew, it was almost too much to get down the stairs. One of the young engineers gave her a hand down, and steered her towards the bar. Any thought the young man had of getting her stewed and dancing on the bar like at the Fete d'Manoaux was quelled when she soundly trounced them at quarters, and left them asleep under the table sucking their thumbs.

This was the sad state she was in upon returning to her rooms. That and finding a note from Captain-in-Chief Barky that the medallion was a bit much. She agreed it was more than she could deal with, and vowed to turn it over to the proper authorities as soon as she was able to stand upright. Until then she would dream under a warm blanket that smelled of mint.