05-29-2024, 05:18 PM
== Coffee Timeline ==
Tyra's lips had pulled back at Calleja's joke, not above admitting that it had certainly been a one sided lecture. And the grin settled into an easier smile as Calleja continued.
Truth be told, it would have been far quicker and probably far more satisfying to have just ripped Calleja a new one during the meeting but it wouldn't have served any other purpose but to knock the security officer down a few notches.
"As shocking as this may be to hear, I was born a hothead and in the not so distant past, I would have taken great satisfaction in absolutely eviscerating you in front of everyone," Tyra stated, giving the tiniest of shrugs at the statement.
She paused as the waiter arrived with their drinks, setting down each carefully in front of their respective recipient. Tyra's drink was dark as the blackest night, broken up only by what looked like a glittery swirl when the light reflected off of it just right.
"However, with age comes wisdom allegedly, and I've realized that, while some people do eventually need to be brought down a peg, most people just want an answer. And while I don't owe an answer, I've found that y'all seem to learn a lot from seeing the mechanisation of the decision making. And ultimately, along with a thousand other things, making sure y'all learn how to make the needed decisions and make the right decisions is part of my job. I'd be failing y'all if you didn't leave Artemis better officers than you came," the redhead explained, her lips pulled wryly.
In light of Elias' debacle, she wondered if she was succeeding at molding better officers but she needed to look no further than Nathan, who likely would have been drummed out of the service if she hadn't dug her heels in, to know she, at least, could succeed at righting some ships.
"You weren't necessarily wrong though. I would have and have had those concerns when I wore your uniform and I can respect your willingness to voice it. Just next time, like we talked about, pull me aside to do it," she offered a smile, warm and genuine, before covering it with a sip from her coffee cup.
The drink was an interesting combination, bitterness cut by a hint of almond and cinnamon with a kick of caffeine that couldn't be beaten. When Tyra lowered the cup, the smile had been replaced for a second by a hard press of her lips but she seemed to catch herself.
"Of course, none of us knew then what a colossal mess this would all become. I might need to get my crystal ball worked on before the next outing," she joked dryly, the humor not quiet reaching her eyes.
"How are you holding up since we've been back? Did Mayfair get you all stitched up?"
== Tag ==
Tyra's lips had pulled back at Calleja's joke, not above admitting that it had certainly been a one sided lecture. And the grin settled into an easier smile as Calleja continued.
Truth be told, it would have been far quicker and probably far more satisfying to have just ripped Calleja a new one during the meeting but it wouldn't have served any other purpose but to knock the security officer down a few notches.
"As shocking as this may be to hear, I was born a hothead and in the not so distant past, I would have taken great satisfaction in absolutely eviscerating you in front of everyone," Tyra stated, giving the tiniest of shrugs at the statement.
She paused as the waiter arrived with their drinks, setting down each carefully in front of their respective recipient. Tyra's drink was dark as the blackest night, broken up only by what looked like a glittery swirl when the light reflected off of it just right.
"However, with age comes wisdom allegedly, and I've realized that, while some people do eventually need to be brought down a peg, most people just want an answer. And while I don't owe an answer, I've found that y'all seem to learn a lot from seeing the mechanisation of the decision making. And ultimately, along with a thousand other things, making sure y'all learn how to make the needed decisions and make the right decisions is part of my job. I'd be failing y'all if you didn't leave Artemis better officers than you came," the redhead explained, her lips pulled wryly.
In light of Elias' debacle, she wondered if she was succeeding at molding better officers but she needed to look no further than Nathan, who likely would have been drummed out of the service if she hadn't dug her heels in, to know she, at least, could succeed at righting some ships.
"You weren't necessarily wrong though. I would have and have had those concerns when I wore your uniform and I can respect your willingness to voice it. Just next time, like we talked about, pull me aside to do it," she offered a smile, warm and genuine, before covering it with a sip from her coffee cup.
The drink was an interesting combination, bitterness cut by a hint of almond and cinnamon with a kick of caffeine that couldn't be beaten. When Tyra lowered the cup, the smile had been replaced for a second by a hard press of her lips but she seemed to catch herself.
"Of course, none of us knew then what a colossal mess this would all become. I might need to get my crystal ball worked on before the next outing," she joked dryly, the humor not quiet reaching her eyes.
"How are you holding up since we've been back? Did Mayfair get you all stitched up?"
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