(Nissa) Golden eyes peer out of repulsorlift...before a dark shade of a cat begins to creep across the bridge. Barely half grown, all black fur, keeping to the shadows nearby. It stops, peering around. "Where did it go?" comes a call from the repulsorlift. As Nissa steps out onto the bridge, the cat moves skitters away from the nearest shadow and under one of the consoles, if anyone happens to see it. (MT) Meena Tills stirs where he is seated in a chair. "Over there," he says, pointing. "We really don't need a cat on the bridge. Too many red buttons!" Serenella has arrived.