And, at that moment in time, the doors to the Turbolift hiss open, admitting a young-looking Starfleet officer to the bridge. He's dressed in Operations gold, holding a PADD in his right hand as he steps off the Turbolift.

He has the spots of a Trill, faded slightly, as though the genetics were diluted slightly, and he looks up, frowning slightly, showing the pitch black eyes of a Betazoid, betraying the other half of his genetic makeup. On his collar are two golden pips and one black; the rank of Lieutenant Commander.

His eyes find the Indendant, and his frown deepens as he steps forward. "Excuse me, ma'am... Can I help you?"