They're short on chocolate here, or I'd fall back on the old standby of tossing a box in one direction and bolting in the other. Don't worry about me -- I survived hospital politics before I ended up with nothing left but Starfleet.

[Not that military medical services are entirely free of them. People who routinely play dice with death and weight them in their favour tend to develop god complexes wherever they are.]

While you're en route, I'll see about making sure there's a space for you at the Flop that doesn't have too many snorers in the room. It's either that or follow Solus' example of getting all his sleep in the break room.