gardens.

[ Kipos is about the only part left of the ship with any decent sort of lighting, and that's exactly why Leonard gravitates toward it, hoping to find some sort of respite there, away from everything that's booze confiscating away from giving a migraine. He's only just barely caught up with everything he missed while in cryo, and now there's all these new rules and leadership he's expected to follow.

He should have brought some of that brandy up with him, but heading back to his barracks was too much of a hassle given the terrible mood lighting. The doctor leans back, his head and shoulders pressed hard against the circular railing surrounding the tree, eyes closing for a moment as he steadily breathes the tension out of his muscles.

He's successful, for the most part. His entire body relaxes slightly, slumping against the hard wiring as he draws another breath in and then another out.

In then out. He repeats the process over and over, relaxing until he's almost on the verge of sleep, his head lolling slightly into his shoulder. The sound of boots clipping across the floor snaps him awake, though, and he tilts his head up, blinking wearily at the figure before the recognition hits his groggy mind. ]

Oh, I hope this just a dream.