> > "Yes, you have. What is this I hear from your partner in crime about > hooking my noodle up to some strange Vulcan?" While calmed a bit, his voice > still harried a bit of fire and ice to it. (OOC: or would pee and vinegar be > better???)
"Ambassador Celana just left Spacedock without prior notice," t'Llhweiir said as explanation for the confrontation. Matt arched an eyebrow. "Of her own accord?" he asked. (eh?) Matt sighed. "Well, that certainly complicates things." Matt looked to Sam. "In our discussion," he told him, "you admitted to having reservations - as did I - that either of us would be able to tell if there truly was any undue influence placed upon you. I don't have the telepathic skills to be certain, but I know of several reputable and, more importantly, discrete, Vulcan physicans who do. One is now en route here. I took this as an excuse to have her lecture at the Medical Academy, so we have a legitimate reason for her visiting."
