> The door *hissed* closed before the Ferengi assistant could answer
> t'Llhweiir.
>
> Moments later, she strode into the Infirmary. "Is Dr. Brennan available,"
> she asked.
>
> "He responded to an emergency call from the Venasian Embassy," Kay Burnett, the
> charge nurse told her. "You can wait in his office if you'd like."
(ooc: since some time was also spent boozing with the cinc, i'm going
to...)
t'Llhweiir was not surprised that Brennan had been called there, so she
simply nodded. "Thank you, I will."
She sat for a number of minutes. When neither Brennan alone, nor he and
the ambassador arrived, she decided to go to the embassy. She left his
office and sought out Burnett. "Please tell Dr. Brennan I stopped by and
ask him to call me..." she began as the door hissed open.
> After reassuring all that the Venasian Ambassador was not (imminently) dying and
> that her sudden collapse had been the result of a telepathic jolt of bad juju
> coutesy of her cousin (which, of course, left Matt worrying for *her* safety), he
> headed back to the infirmary.
>
> "Admiral," he greeted her. "How can I be of assistance."
>
> Kay managed to keep from snickering at his formal tone as she found a convenient
> excuse to duck around a bulkhead and get herself out of sight.
t'Llhweiir glanced at the retreating figure before turning her full
attention to Brennan. "Healer, may I have a few minutes of your time?"
(response)
When the door closed behind them, she continued, "I would presume your
staff has seen the morning news?"
(response)
t'Llhweiir ends
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