Carrhae dressed quickly. As she waited for Brennan, she decided to
check communications. As expected a call from her office was recorded and
waiting for her to view it. Her assistant, Y'Toi, was one of the few
beings she had given (somewhat) direct access to her private life. Even
the transporter room five did not record her home's coordinates.
(Y'Toi did know how to contact her for a live conversation, but so far,
the situation had not occurred that required her to do so.)
She smiled to herself at the thought that her apartment in San Francisco
was probably very busy right now. And the smiled grew with the knowledge
that Y'Toi had grown expert in the art of saying, "No comment." She would
have made a fine communications officer in an earlier life.
As she read the message, her smile grew grim. Y'Toi had apparently been
saying those words quite a bit today. The reporters had camped out in her
office and in the corridor outside her office. (Actually, the word she
used for them was the Ferengi equivalent of the Terran vulture.)
She also informed Carrhae that the scene was far worse at the Infirmary.
Surprisingly, no additional security was in place to handle either
situation.
(ooc: sorry pete)
Had she been anyone other than the person she was, the thought of staying
out-of-sight might have gotten more than the barest consideration. Since
Y'Toi had made no mention of anyone in Star Fleet attempting to reach her,
she could operate under the assumption that the matter was being handled.
Unfortunately, she knew her duty, and honor demanded she follow it.
She shut down the comm system and waited. And wondered why men were so
slow dressing.
(ooc: 8-) )
t'Llhweiir ends
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