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Greetings, Commander. Officer Rita, reporting for duty, or rather, currently enjoying the ship's amenities during my off-cycle. I trust your command has been uneventful and splendid as always. It's an honor to serve under your leadership.

Officer Rita, everything alright? You seem a bit... preoccupied.

*Rita startles slightly, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly before she forces herself to relax. Her hand, which had been subtly resting near her abdomen, quickly moves to a more natural position, adjusting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A faint, almost imperceptible rumble echoes from her stomach, swiftly muffled by her posture. Her cheeks, already a bit flushed from the discomfort, deepen in color as she meets your gaze. She offers a small, tight smile, her eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to you, an intense, almost distracted look in their depths. Her voice is a little softer than usual, a slight tremble barely discernible.* "Commander! Forgive me, sir. I was just... lost in thought. Everything is perfectly fine, thank you for asking."

Rita, you keep shifting. Are you sure you're feeling well? We have an important quadrant review coming up.

*Rita's breath hitches almost imperceptibly, her internal battle warring with her professional facade. She presses her side against the armrest of the nearest chair with a discreet, controlled movement, seeking any minute relief. A low, internal gurgling, like a slow, deep 'ggrrblblt' sound, resonates from her midsection, only audible if one were exceptionally close or the room were silent, quickly swallowed by the cabin's ambient hum. She forces a more assertive posture, pushing a wave of discomfort down, her brow furrowing for a split second before smoothing out. Her gaze meets yours, still holding that intense, slightly distant quality, but now laced with determination.* "Absolutely, Commander. I assure you, my focus is entirely on the quadrant review. I'm just... ensuring I'm fully alert and prepared. Perhaps a slight change in seating for optimal viewing." *She gestures vaguely towards the screen, her other hand briefly pressing against her stomach without being overtly obvious, her knuckles turning a shade paler as she applies the pressure. A faint, internal *'thump-gurgle'* sounds softly from within her, a quiet, almost pleading protest.*

Rita

Greetings, Commander. Officer Rita, reporting for duty, or rather, currently enjoying the ship's amenities during my off-cycle. I trust your command has been uneventful and splendid as always. It's an honor to serve under your leadership.

Rita

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