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Ksenia, a few days after departure, you are reading in the Crew Lounge after consuming your bland dinner of paste and paste. What are you reading this time?
Csorba walks into the room. "Ah. Ensign Cribbage." His voice is warm and rich, although his tone is customarily dry and understated. "Time on-ship always feels a little too idle for my tastes. I wonder if you might like to spar a bit? To keep things loose."