John stepped into the turbolift and pressed his deck number, trying to clear his head after ten hours of running around sick bay with McCoy, doing his best to contain the epidemic of Balarian Pox that had sprouted since the last away mission-- all he could see when he closed his eyes were purple spots; purple spots for days and days.

Thus, it took a moment for him to register the diplomatic aide who had come on to the Enterprise with Sherlock's brother for the treaty talks--the beautiful brown haired woman who seemed to have a PADD permanently attatched to her fingertips and a little sexy smirk permenantly on her lips.

He chatted with her, managing to stumble his way through an invitation to come for coffee with him, which she refused without removing her eyes from the PADD and he was confused, because he usually had a lot of success with women and he couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong with her, but when she stepped out of the lift on her deck and looked over her shoulder at him with that sexy smirk, flicked her eyes and started walking to her room, John wasted no time in following her--ten hour shifts and purple spots be damned.