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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?"
Daphne tried to keep her smile small. "Not at all. Actually, I
have not been stationed here all that long myself. I was previously
assigned aboard a ship so I am still getting used to it a little myself."
(Tr'Lawsh?)
"It has already started to become home, though," she said. "It must
be nice getting to serve your people directly as you do in the Caitian
military."
(Tr'Lawsh?)
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