Cirrsseeto's ears flicked as if they'd rejected what he just heard and his mind was trying to inject a new reality into the vacuum.

"jI'm sorry Ensjign, what djid you just ask?"

It wasn't as if he hadn't heard. Oh, he'd heard alright. It was just an exceedingly unusual request. And he'd had a history of courting unusual requests from his crew during his tenure as Novgorod's Captain. This ranked right up there with the time the Felacatian Mara Tallen had requested leave to satisfy her metamorphic bloodlust. Wait, no that actually made sense. This, however?

"Djid you just rrequest a weekend pass forr leave on Jovan statjion?"