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Of all things they had been assigned to do, this was one of the most far-flung from Terakawa's job specifications. They had been trained and programmed to handle serious fieldwork and office-based tasks, so whichever of their superiors had picked them for this job clearly didn't know their limits. So far, however, they hadn't been pushing anything. It had been a little over a week since they had boarded the Enterprise. Despite their disdain towards the situation, Terakawa was rather impressed with the craft. The only Paradise technology that even begun to rival this was her own automaton, Fortitude, (which was hardly space worthy), and the prototypes that were still majorly unsafe for travel. This week was the time they had used to adjust to being on the ship, and adjust to being away from Paradise. Of course, only the former was public information. Other public information included their name, that they were a historian and researcher (which was only half true), and that they had never been off-Earth before (which wasn't remotely true). Not too much else was revealed about them during their short introduction.
Currently, they were simply lying in their quarters, not sleeping but simply staring at the wall. Paradise agents didn't really have a need for sleep, but if they did, they usually slept vertically, either standing or leaning on something else. They decide they've had enough of pretending to sleep, and get up, already in their work attire of a grey-blue coloured suit. While on paper the purpose of this was simply to learn and record information about the craft and various members on crew, the private assignment was to shadow one particular member of the crew for the next few weeks, perhaps interview him if given the chance. Picking up their clipboard, and a little voice recorder that dangled from a strap around their wrist, they head out, quickly shutting the door behind them.
Terakawa had been given orders not to enter the bridge on their own, a condition struck during the arrangement between Starfleet and Paradise. They were considered a simple passenger, and had no business on the bridge aside from when specifically invited or instructed. Going against that rule would be a bad mark on them, and was for now not worth the trouble. Instead, they opted to linger around the halls outside of their quarters, quickly speaking to passing crew members, recording answers in quick, scrawled handwriting that, while it was certainly elegant and in English, was borderline incomprehensible to others.
