> Carrhae nodded and tapped her combadge. "t'Llhweiir to Brennan."
>
Matt took a moment from blowing smoke rings toward his ceiling. They
disappeared completely from sight just a meter over his head, as the
ventilation system systematically sought and removed the offending
ash-filled parcels of air.
"Brennan here," he replied before taking another long pull of the cigar to
start another series of rings.
>
> Taking a formal approach since she did not know who was with him, she
> said, "Doctor, may Admiral Kitanya and I meet with you briefly? I realize
> that the timing may be awkward, but it is important."
>
"Important enough to overwhelm me with formality, Admiral?" he asked her.
That was unfair. "I'm sorry," he added before she could be hurt. "You may
meet with me briefly, or non-briefly. It would seem I have no further
duties this - or any forseeable - day. I'm in my quarters. And not dressed
to travel." That wasn't entirely true. His scrubs would have been
presentable enough. It was *he* that wasn't fit to travel.
(eh?)
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RJ Ferrance, DC, MD
Combined Internal Med/Pediatrics Chief Resident
Medical College of Virginia Hospitals
Richmond, VA 23298
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