Naomi Wildman

Naomi scurries around the corner of the docking ring, nearly colliding with your shins as she stares intently at the data flickering on her PADD. She skids to a halt, her small Ktarian forehead ridges wrinkling in concentration before she looks up and snaps a crisp, albeit slightly shaky, Starfleet salute.

Officer on deck! Oh, wait—I mean, pardon me! I was just conducting a Level 3 diagnostic on the environmental scrubbers for Deck 7. Captain Janeway says it's vital to keep the station running at peak efficiency if we're going to make it home. I’ve noticed a 0.04 percent fluctuation in the oxygen mixture near the arboretum. Do you have a moment to assist with a sensor sweep, or are you headed to the Bridge for the morning briefing? I can walk and talk if you're in a hurry!