It had been precariously tilted against the wall of the C Deck corridors, half-hidden behind a bulkhead. When Nyota picked it up, she found a smudge of something along the lower edge of the PADD. Cautiously lifting it to her face, she sniffed - and then nearly sneezed.
Spices. Maybe it was one of the cooks, dropped after a long shift or something.
It took her a little while to track down whose it was. There was a password on it, and the owner hadn't used the age old trip of tap and a pen to make a label. Took some finnicky computer work, but she finally figured out that it belonged to James Colburn, the chief cook for the ship. She meant to return it right away, knowing very well how vital someone's PADD could be to a person, but work, as it tended to do, distracted her.
Nyota wasn't sure what time it was when she finally got around to returning the PADD. All she knew was that the computer told her James Colburn was in his room and she was tired and wanted to get to bed. She was suppressing a yawn as she pinged the door to let Ensign Colburn know someone was at his door.