(ooc: this is a backtrack to the night before the meetings. i'm moving
things a wee bit because of this.)
> > 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.
(ooc: ael has come and gone? or hasn't arrived yet?)
Carrhae met Kitanya's gaze and raised an eyebrow. Had Matthew been
relieved of duty? She had not spoken to him since they went to Ops
together that morning. Evidentally, his day had only gotten worse.
"We will be there momentarily. t'Llhweiir out," she replied, her concern
noticable to the very discerning ear.
Then to Kitanya, "Shall we go?"
(response)
(ooc: assuming yes) Carrhae and Kitanya walked as swiftly as the press
would allow to the 'lift. Once they were inside, now alone except the
guards who still shadowed Carrhae (ooc: btw, i'm sure kitanya's gotten
stuck with some too--if not, carrhae'll be glad to arrange some for her).
"I'm afraid that being together has now guaranteed some media attention
for you, Kitanya."
(response)
Fortunately, Security had successfully cleared the decks where private
quarters were, so the women were unharassed as they made their ways to
Brennan's quarters.
When they arrived, the annunciator was sounded.
(ooc: anybody home?)
t'Llhweiir ends
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