Eventually, t'Llhweiir made her way to her office, where security was finally able to restrain the rabid reporters. She got an update from her assistant, Y'Toi, then settled behind her desk. A check of her chronometer confirmed that she had about 10 minutes before Lasiter's "bomb" was set to arrive, so she used a secure channel to contact Brennan.
He'd decided to lay off the cognac. So for this day, his poison of choice was coffee. This would be his fourth cup. There was a lot of thinking to be done, and coffee was much more conducive to that than the cognac. Well, the cognac made it more interesting, but the coffee made it more productive. Her call was a welcome intrusion on his thoughts. "I'm here," he told her. "How are things within Starfleet Command?" Being on the outside looking in was not as nice a position as he would have hoped. (eh?)
