No recreational time for Starfleet captains, not when there's technical manuals, history, and everything else to catch up on. Some of it's dry and mind-numbing, some of it's fascinating to the explorer's mindset, but either way, Janeway is determined to slog through. It's the only way to avoid the guilt that follows disaster just because someone doesn't know how things work in the setting, she figures.

And prolonged study means lugging coffee around to maintain, if not exactly focus, something resembling consciousness. Which is unfortunate when someone gets in trouble for gambling slams into her. Janeway braves herself against falling, but for a moment all conscious thought is tied up in the feeling of a hot drink not quite scalding skin. Old, please, and when she can she'll finally lend Kevin a hand with getting properly on his feet again, eyebrows going up at the little horde of semi-naked people he's acquired.

"Just what's going on, here?"