02-16-2025, 09:11 PM
His tongue sticking out slightly to one side, Leo’s sheer concentration painted quite the hilarious image. Getting used to the new computer system wasn’t too difficult, but after some fidgeting, poking, and prodding at the interface, he discovered it adapted to the user’s preferences. He adjusted the layout a few times until he was somewhat comfortable. He'd have plenty of time for more personal refinements later.
Hearing a conversation, he looked up from his console to see Artemis, not that he’d dare to ever call her by her first name, talking to Gary, whom he’d met briefly upon arrival.
“Morning, Chief. Didn’t see you come in.” He said sounding a little too cheerful.
Is that mint I smell? Klingon coffee, yeah sure. But mint?
Leo pushed the thought aside and nodded to Gary as he went about his business.
Satisfied with his console’s new layout, Leo leaned back slightly in his chair, only to realise, a second too late, that he was staring at d’Tor’an. The gears in his head whirred.
Doesn’t do crowds, fine, neither do I. Doesn’t like the Captain. Dislike or hate? And mint coffee? She’s a complicated woman. Even without the half-Klingon part.
Catching himself hopefully before she noticed, Leo sat forward again, putting his best foot forward.
“I know there’s a briefing in a bit, though I’m not sure why the newbies have been invited.” He kept his tone casual, trying not to overstep.
He schooled his expression into neutrality. Not eager, not a people pleaser, just ready. He wasn’t one for idle hands, and while his father had drilled punctuality into him, standing around waiting for a meeting wasn’t his style.
“But did you need me to do anything beforehand?”
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Hearing a conversation, he looked up from his console to see Artemis, not that he’d dare to ever call her by her first name, talking to Gary, whom he’d met briefly upon arrival.
“Morning, Chief. Didn’t see you come in.” He said sounding a little too cheerful.
Is that mint I smell? Klingon coffee, yeah sure. But mint?
Leo pushed the thought aside and nodded to Gary as he went about his business.
Satisfied with his console’s new layout, Leo leaned back slightly in his chair, only to realise, a second too late, that he was staring at d’Tor’an. The gears in his head whirred.
Doesn’t do crowds, fine, neither do I. Doesn’t like the Captain. Dislike or hate? And mint coffee? She’s a complicated woman. Even without the half-Klingon part.
Catching himself hopefully before she noticed, Leo sat forward again, putting his best foot forward.
“I know there’s a briefing in a bit, though I’m not sure why the newbies have been invited.” He kept his tone casual, trying not to overstep.
He schooled his expression into neutrality. Not eager, not a people pleaser, just ready. He wasn’t one for idle hands, and while his father had drilled punctuality into him, standing around waiting for a meeting wasn’t his style.
“But did you need me to do anything beforehand?”
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