"CHIEF!"
Chief Lutherford snaps out of her reverie.
Disoriented, she blinks several times, forcing her thoughts to realign. It takes her a moment to remember where she is. She looks up toward the voice.
Lt. Cole is standing in front of her.
Chief Lutherford clears her throat.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"Chief, are you okay?" Lt. Cole asks, her voice thick with concern.
"Yes," Chief Lutherford nods. "I'm okay. Why do you think I'm not okay?"
"Well… first of all…" Lt. Cole hesitates, then points at the table in front of her. "That."
Chief Lutherford follows her finger.
She freezes.
In both of her hands, she is holding knives.
In front of her sits a bowl of soup.
It looks very much like she was about to eat soup with two knives.
A flicker of embarrassment crosses Chief Lutherford's face. She immediately sets the knives down, replaces them with a soup spoon, then straightens her posture as if nothing happened.
She looks back at Lt. Cole.
"What else do you need?"
