Nnh, second day, no word from outside.

Shlev is taking this in stride. Seems more concerned with issues in classroom than with world outside of ship. Ship remains remarkably orderly. News has not sunk in yet, apparently. 

Pressing upon Lt Cdr Fotherington and captain urgency of forming hazard team. As of... yesterday, five minutes after the accident. 

I can imagine Vassili standing at window, raising a glass. Mnh, it's probably the Andorian ale I gave him for his retirement. And think Kinnara would nod and raise cup of blood wine. Thil. Wants me to return alive so can kill me herself. And my woman. She would... Uzaveh damn it. Can't think of that right now. 

Mnh, and that's my communicator. Going to hear that a lot now.