Daphne walked over and took one of the two empty seats next to the felind. "Hello. My name is Commander Daphne Ares, and this is Captain Tr'Lawsh." she said as she indicated her Caitian companion. "We were hoping that we might have a few words with you."
The grizzled vet simply growled slightly to acknowledge that he heard them, but said nothing.
"Well, perhaps, we could start with your name, and you could tell us how you came to be in our custody."
"I was captured trying to reclaim the prisioners you took from one of our training facilities.", he gruffed.
Tr'Lawsh's ears grew flat and her tail flicked irritatedly. She had not sat down, and moved slowly closer to the big male. "Sshe asssked forrr yourrr name, you flea-infesssted sssack of gutsss," she growled, teeth bared. Her claws flexed as though she wanted to do a lot more than just growl. Tr'Lawsh was not Starfleet, and was not bound by Starfleet regulations about the treatment of prisoners. To add to that, she had been assigned under Klingon command, and their rules about questioning were very different from those of the Federation. Some physical interaction was not out of the question.
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