Dauðalogn
It was not a secret amongst the crew that T'Androma had a reputation for staying up late into the Delta shift. On a good night, she might get 4 hours of sleep, because most of the time she should've been spent resting consisted of her time spent in the science labs, or in meditation. And it wasn't so much that she couldn't sleep, but simply that as she had no desire to. The whole concept of shutting one's consciousness down seemed rather unappealing, especially since obtaining rest for her required such a minimal amount of these disadvantages.
Likewise, staying awake didn't require the caffeine that it seemed like so many of her Human crewmembers depended on, and the replicators were such an easy, simple way for any engineer to poison another member of the crew that she tended to avoid the traditional drinks like coffee and tea. This, coupled with the fact that socialization was remarkably unimportant to her, made the recreation rooms something she to avoided until later hours, when the halls tended to be empty.
But this time she wasn't alone. A mere 3 hours before T'Androma was scheduled to report to the bridge, already having gotten as much sleep as she wished to obtain, the young Vulcan spotted another ensign alone in the break room in front of a cup of a liquid she couldn't identify from where she was standing near the entrance. Normally, finding another person when she wanted to be alone, T'Androma would've just left.
But Pavel Chekov was interesting. He was the youngest member of the ship, just two years younger than her, and unlike almost every other crewman, he had already made an impression on her.