Sitting in the darkened study, Tannow's back was to S-74 as she entered. Dismissively waiving her into the room, he kept staring out the window. Plots were best formulated in the dark, he found. Even so, as she reached the low table Kagan had set the rest of his meal on, Master Tannow broke the stare he'd fixed on the dark blue skies outside of the study's windows, and gestured to a seat on the opposite side of the table. "Please sit, #74." His green eyes fixed on hers as he waited for her to do as he asked. Noting that, at least at the moment, her hair was down. This was the side of her that would listen and not force him to discipline her.