||[Jun. 12th, 2009|02:34 pm]
::draws to halt a few paces away from the main entrance to Starfleet's hub, cocking head to take in building...and remember last occasion for visiting::
::tamps down glare of disgusted indignation with profound effort, tugging at uniform jacket one last time before heading in::
::winces as irony of gesture strikes::
I don't see why we couldn't do this over dinner as well. God knows, I need the comfort food.
I'd rather you had stuck with 'she misses him'.
::squints again...who is she, anyhow?::
::shakes badgering curiosity off, settling focus on the Vulcan instead::
Don't get me wrong, Lieutenant, I'm certain you're capable and qualified. I just
don't know what bull Command has been feeding you need to make certain you understand your position. There is no guarantee we'll encounter Voyager. Last time I checked, the Delta Quadrant is a big place, and she's still further in than Titan will be aiming for.
I need a functioning and focused security head, not a distracted stowaway.
Captain, let me assure you...even in my worst moments of emotional lapse, my focus is above and beyond that I have seen in anyone else present today.
::allows a moment of due offense for rest of room...most
of rest of room...admiralparis
is, oddly enough, smiling::
::eventually lifts corner of mouth again in gesture of peace::
...I believe my father's unique humor is also an invaluable trait to be preserved.