You Started the Fracas

"You fainted.  Now that you have awakened, you can now stop using facilities," declared a flat, emotionless voice devoid of compassion.

Nina inched up on her elbows.  "I see."  The girl vacated the bed with alacrity.  "Do I just exit or is there a protocol?"

"You exit."  The Vulcan's voice dried further.

Nina nodded and proceeded to do that.  She walked down the hall past several aliens toward her own quarters almost in a daze.

Walking past a restroom treated Nina to unaffectionate retching noises.  Nina called through the door, as she heard Scott groan.  "Scott? What's the matter?"

"In case you've not been keeping up on current events, a man was stabbed in the back today by a fucking Klingon, you dipshit!"

"You started the fracas with a bigoted remark," Nina said reasonably.  "You said, and I quote, "This isn't a lounge.  It's a khesting ZOO!  And Klingons are known for their acute hearing, as are many other species in this galaxy.  And in defense of you, that other man stood up to that Klingon, something that is not wise to do because Klingons are known for their violent tempers, and found himself acutely injured.  Humans are on a short leash."

Scott opened the door and stared at Nina, vomit dribbling on his chin, staring at her incredulously.  "You're telling me the fucking thing was my fault?"