Daphne could not help but laugh at the Caitians question. "I think that something could definitely be arranged to allow you a reprieve," she replied as the turbolift slowed. The doors parted and allowed them access to the Promenade, which was definitley bustling with tourists, Starfleet officers, and diplomatic personnel.
Tr'Lawsh seemed surprised. "Ssso many people, frrrom ssso many differrrent placesss! It mussst be verrry interrressting to worrrk arrround such diverrrssity." It was obvious Tr'Lawsh had rarely left Cait; few Caitians did really. They tended to be homebodies, yet she was fascinated. She looked over at Daphne, saw her face. "Isss it that obviousss? Am I looking like a countrrry girrrl in the city forrr the firrrssst time?"
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