Duty Log, First Lt. Jen Lee

Stardate 9908.12

Jen sits at her desk in her quarters after taking a long shower to get all the sand from the planet off her body. Sitting there clad in a flannel nightgown and white fuzzy slippers with brown leather "claws" sticking out from the front, she records her duty log while sipping from a cup of herbal tea.

"I feel much better after showering. All that sand from the desert planet ... without a suit on. At least physically I feel well now. I still have a residual headache that is slowly fading. I'm fairly certain that between the heat and the telepathic aliens my brain just sort of went on overload. If I do not feel better after a good night's rest, I'll be sure to visit sickbay.

"Serik sure does have a propensity for ending up there himself. Sickbay that is. At least this time, his injuries are easy for modern medicine to fix. He suffered from blood loss, a concussion, and two broken legs, according to Dr. Drakken. Though I'm sure he felt quite a bit of pain, I believe he might have went into a healing trance there at the end of the mission. I can't be sure though.

"Sarah didn't seem bothered much by either the heat or the aliens. He suit did break down first though, and she suffered the longest in that intense heat. She did mention something to me about going to visit Dr. Rille though. I hope she's all right. I'll be sure to check up on the rest of my department in the morning. I'll also be interested to know what happened while we were planet-side."

Jen closes the log and drains the tea from her cup. Dumping it into the reclimator, she shuffles into the bathroom and peers at her face. She gently palpitates the skin on her cheeks and winces. "Sunburn too." Sighing, she rubs a cream into them, and shuffles to the bedroom, where she falls across the bed and sleeps instantly, fuzzy slippers and all.