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Uhura was fond of the gym. It was the perfect way to eliminate unnecessary stress, and while there were more enjoyable ways to entertain herself, she needed the exercise. The fact that Lieutenant Sanjay Singh frequented the gym at this time of day was only an added bonus. She still wasn't sure if he could be useful to her, but she did know that he was after Scotty's position, which made him at the very least intriguing. And unlike some of the fools who'd coveted the Chief Engineer's position, he actually had the potential to be successful. And given recent events... Her face darkened and she ran faster on the treadmill, knowing that if she ran fast enough she'd be able to drive some of the anger from her limbs. Later she would find someone to help her deal with the rest of it, but for now she ran, keeping a wary eye on the door.

Fat snowflakes were still drifting slowly to the ground, meaning that the crowd at Uhura's was perfectly content to keep sipping spiced apple cider and chatting with Nyota and her sisters. Since it was Tuesday there was no musician, but at least the regulars seemed to think the snowy day called for music and kept feeding coins into the jukebox. She dropped off a burger and fries at one of the tables and commiserated with the elderly man about the weather before staring back to the kitchen. A man sitting at the counter caught her eye, and she paused to look at him. It wasn't unheard of for whites to eat here, since her father had made it clear that he didn't care what color people were, but it was still unusual, and something about the set of his shoulders and the look on his face prompted a swell of sympathy. Walking over and smiling gently, she asked, "Can I get you anything?"