> <[As always, Matthew, I am at your disposal,]> she told him.
>
> <[1900? My quarters? Leave your bodyguard at the door, please.]>
>
> She laughed at that. <[Of course. 1900.]> She offered him her hand in a human
>handshake, deferring further physical contact in the interest of not giving their
>bodyguards any further cardiac dysrhythmias. <[Remain safe, Matthew,]> she whispered
>to him, her expression one of worry, and of compassion.
>
> <[And you,]> he returned.
Cax'Pa Nabru, aka Lt. Augustus Starr, listened to their conversation, and
when they parted, she joined the other shadows who would accompany Brennan
back to his quarters.
While the brawny human male form she currently held was able to gently
(well, sorta) bully their way through the crowd of reporters, she could
not help but wish she could morph into something, such as a horta, and
really cut a path through the mass. Of course, the *idrev* who called
themselves the press would likely have left a very bad taste in her
mouth.
Nabru ends
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