Reyhan stared at the far wall dejectedly.  Abida's rather abrupt departure left her something heart broken.  Abida didn't<i>really</i>have to go down to the medicae deck, she couldn't have been gone for more than a handful of minutes.  Feeling sorry for herself and the situation, the ganger then did what she always did; following a lengthy, hot shower she tossed on a set of pants and sat herself down at the foot of her bed with double viol in hand and got to playing.  At best, it was a sloppy affair of accidentally muted strings, clams, and other musical chaos that only frustrated the woman further.  As the instrument came down to the floor in a violent crash, Reyhan huffed and folded her arms across her bosom, staring over at the wall-mounted vox unit by the door.<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to call Abida and ask for an apology; under no circumstance did refusing a dance warrant such abandonment.  Another part of the woman wanted to call up the Captain; she was always amusing, hoping on tables and doing somersaults, and Reyhan hadn't seen her in some time either.  A third part of her just wanted to masturbate and go to sleep before anything else adverse happened.  So she rung Anastasia.<br/><br/>"Cap'n?" she asked, lazily propped up against the door. "Cap'n, might I request a, uh, presence?  Promise I'll just take a minute or two and be out of your way."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>