"Anywhere but here," Uhura said, extremely annoyed with the whole process. There was an exit across the room and she headed for it, her arms crossed behind her back. The pulsing suit was, for lack of better words, creepy, and she did her best to ignore it.

"I amend that," she said a half second later, "not anywhere. I'd hate to wind up on some Klingon prison planet. Or somewhere freezing."

She moved out into the Hub and glanced between the two directions they could go. She chose the route that lead to a vast storage area and she walked slowly, swiveling around to take it all in. There were odd lockers lining their route and Uhura almost jumped as one abruptly popped open. Inside were a pair of earrings, a tricorder, her belt and holsters, her Starfleet insignia, and a Vulcan lute she had bought one year while visiting one of the premier Vulcan music festivals about a year before she'd graduated and begun her mission on the USS Enterprise. She left the lute, but the other things came with her. The belt was fastened low across her hips, the empty space where her phaser ought to have been an odd absence of necessary weight, though the tricorder was snug in its own holster.