Spend time with Goodbye and learn about her hobbies (Time -1)

The mousy, thick-waisted woman looked up from her adding creamer to her coffee and raised one eyebrow, above her nerdy glasses. "My hobbies?" An unfitting, cocky smile curved across her lips. "Are you brown-nosing, Mr. Speck? There's not another promotion for you unless I meet an untimely end." Something about that joke didn't sit right with her; she quickly lifted the cup of coffee in her trembling hand and drank from it, forgetting about the creamer. "F-Forget I said that. You're at the tip-top right now, Speck! It wouldn't make sense for an agent whose last name isn't Goodby to be Goodbye. Consider your paygrade as high as it's going to get!"

That was quite a thing for a boss to say to their underling... But you understood why the issue of her potential **** made her nervous. Still, you saw a loophole. If you could get the name Goodby, you could circumvent her rules. Something to think about.

Anyway, you hadn't come here to torment your boss with thoughts of her own ****. Before she'd begun teasing you, she'd been asked about her hobbies. Somehow, she still hadn't gotten around to answering that basic question.

"Okay, okay... Hobbies... Look, I don't get a lot of time to play around with my life the way it is right now. So if you were hoping I'd say something like 'mountain-biking' or 'sky-diving,' you're out of luck..."

Somehow, you hadn't expected it would be something like that regardless. The jittery woman seemed like she'd have a heart attack if she tried sky-diving.

"... I like to... act."

You raised an eyebrow and asked if she meant the same way Vaarvel did? Was she also trained in deception?

"Not like that. Recreational acting." She sipped her mug noisily, cupping it with both hands.

Amused, you asked if she'd acted in any plays or performances you might recognize. Acting as a hobby was actually pretty impressive... Much more impressive than your own hobby of {if Weakness for Video Games = 1}video gaming{endif}{if Weakness for Booze = 1}getting shit-faced and making questionable decisions{endif}{if Weakness for Porn = 1}browsing PornHub{endif}{if Weakness for Gambling}losing all of your money on online gambling{endif}.

"It's LARPing! I LARP! I've got a LARP group."

For a moment you struggled to remember what that acronym stood for... your head was full of too many spy-related acronyms by this point to retain extraneous ones. Finally, you remembered: it meant live action role playing. You tried to imagine Goodbye dressed up in full armor, swinging a prop sword around... imagining her in a tall, conical princess cap and a flowing gown was almost as difficult. You just couldn't picture her in any costume apart from that trademark nerdy sweater-vest of hers.

Unsure of what to do with this information, you asked her what she liked to role-play as.

"Space voyagers, you know... Star Trek. That kind of thing."

You nodded slowly, accepting a cup of coffee as she passed it across the table. Things seemed to be growing more awkward, so you asked her to expound upon that while remaining mostly silent. Given the floor, expound she did, explaining how the group had recently given her the captain's shirt and how she led away teams on all sorts of interstellar voyages. There was something funny about picturing the desk-jockey leading a team of operatives with phasers on a hostile planet. Still, it showed that she was a natural leader in spite of her jumpy personality... even her friends voted her into leadership roles.

... You also tried to imagine her big bottom and chubby thighs in either the Federation's trademark slim black slacks or, stranger still, in that red, bare-legged mini-skirt Uhura wore in the first iteration...

You resolved that you'd have to see one of these LARP sessions at some point. After committing to join her some time in the future- a proposal which brought a child-like, beaming smile to the woman's plump lips- you returned to mission control... the bridge of your own Enterprise, so to speak.