> "What we have is more like a diner or lunch counter than a cafe, only
with a crappy view. It is on deck 4. I can show you there, if you like?"
"That would be wonderrrful, thank you," she replied, following his lead.
Torgash followed like a very angry-looking attack dog. He was wondering
why she was being so nice to these humans. He was also very glad he'd had
the doctor put a blocker on his olfactory nerves; the smell of the humans
was overpowering. But he followed along as he'd been ordered. He had a
great deal of patience for a Klingon, and he knew eventually the good part
would come.
"So, what's the update on the situation?" she asked Black as they walked.
"I couldn't get much in trrransit. Still stable, orrr have the aliens done
anything new?"
(resp?)
At the small mess hall, which was really what it was, she ordered a chicken
salad with a light sesame dressing. She intended to begin training that
evening and didn't want a heavy meal. She did help herself to extra bread
though - the carbs would help. After they sat down, she mixed the dressing
with her salad. "Since you've seen the teams and I haven't, Captain, what
arrre yourrr imprrressions? We've neverrr rrrun a joint black op with the
Klingons beforrre, at least not in SpecOps. Intel may have. Do you think
they can get overrr any differrrences and become a good team?" She took a
bite of her salad. Torgash was still at the counter, trying to explain why
they needed to get some live food for the Klingons on the station.
(resp?)
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