As Cyor, a 75% human 25% Vulcan, medical cadet of the United Federation of Planets sat on a bench awaiting her transport to the Cadet Cruise was reading up on Andorian Shingles in her medical textbook when her personal communicator beeped. Bookmarking her place, she pulled it out, flipped it open, and answered, "Heasinddare." "Good, I didn't miss you yet!" a male voice said calmly. "It's nice of you to contact me before I depart, father." "You have made your mother and I very proud, Cyor." the man responded as the transport pulled up. "Thank you, father. I need to go, my ride is here.