Empty. That was good. He didn't want to stay long. Ughaz'udan took a few moments to simply stand in the middle of the room and note how much it'd changed (over many heads of tactical of course) - more personal belongings, a new console or two... and so on. He led Sharra round the office on a small tour, not that there was much to show.

Kassell eventually stepped through the doorway, glancing around the room. It looked like there had been a few changes here and there. But it's been fifteen years, so that wasn't surprising. "Fifteen years, and it still feels like you were the chief and I was the assistant chief yesterday." he said, glancing at the chair he first sat in when Ughaz'udan and him talked about the tactical personnel. "I wonder." he said, walking over to the replicator. "Apple juice." a glass filled with translucent, yellow liquid materialized on the patterned surface. He grabbed it and took a sip. "Mm. The replicator has gotten better." he commented.

"I shall take your word for it," He commented. "I won't use the head of department's replicator unnecessarily. Ready to go, Sharra?" The young teen nodded.

Kassell returned the cup to the replicator, dematerializing it before taking one last glance around. "If you don't have plans for right now, Ughaz'udan, how does some food sound?" he asked.

"I was hoping for a welcoming reception." He quipped. "I believe it is a traditional Federation custom for events of this kind."

"Dad, you look terrible in dress uniform." Mumbled the girl as she made her way out the office door - not before casting a knowing smirk at Kassell.

Kassell half-smiled at Sharra's opinion on her father's attire. Ughaz'udan had a point, though. Given Federation traditions, a welcoming reception sounded right. "You have a point. There probably is a welcoming reception. Invitations were sent, after all. Shall we?" he said.

"Yes." He quipped stepping out the door.