<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Angel's Rest<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Dp. Att. Kir-Je<br/></div><br/><br/>Looking over the replicator's choices for cuisine, she heard a voice call both her rank and last name. With a small breath, she lifted her head, swan-like neck straightening so she could look from the replicator to the diplomat. Her lips pressed ever so slightly together. Her antennae focused on him. Fire opal green eyes bore into him, though the rest of her features seemed rather impassive and expressionless. It appeared the doctor had been correct. She was now experiencing an even shorter fuse to couple with slight hunger. Ithali let him speak.<br/><br/>"Mr. Anatole Kir-Je..." his name slipped from her lips like silk over skin, not giving even the barest hint at irritation on being interrupted. To his credit he had spoken her name well enough. It was...<em>close</em>to how her people would pronounce it. And although he couldn't ever hope to fix his pronunciation of her name, since he hadn't the means to hear the subtle fluctuations in the pitches being Trill, he spoke it with respect. It didn't help her irrational irritation at the moment, unfortunately for the innocent diplomat's assistant.<br/><br/>Letting him speak, she turned her attention back to the replicator when he insisted on discussing security arrangements with her. "Red Bat stew," Ithali demanded of the machine, rather than speak first to the Trill male. The machine echoed her selection and presented her with her meal. It was a bubbling red concoction, unmistakably a similar color to dried blood with little flecks of meat and some unrecognizable vegetables cut to small pieces floating in it. It smelled oddly like a human pot roast though, so it wasn't entirely unpleasant, even if it had a very strong flavor and strange texture. Well... Doctors orders, she supposed... The homey familiarity of the dish eased her more negative mood back into a neutral state. Taking a testing bite, she finally looked back at the diplomatic assistant.<br/><br/>"Before you get overly excited and go on to give me a speech," she started, though with a subtle hint at a smile on her full blue lips, "I'm not in entire control of every area on the ship, nor the security to each sector. I am just an Ensign, assigned and stationed where my commanders tell me to be." That was probably the second most she had said to any person on the ship thus far. And her voice was raised to be a more comfortable level of volume for the Trill. Long legs took three steps and she seat herself with fluid grace at the nearest setting of the bar, crossing her ankles and half facing him. She took another bite of her meal and licked her lips. Yes, she was feel much better.<br/><br/>"But you might as well go on and tell me your desires, since I am here and will most likely be helping with structure of security around your stay with us," she looked...rather amused with him and his overly formal way of addressing her in the one area where titles and ranks were vastly put aside. "Here now," her voice slipped like a sigh as she quirked a brow, "You may continue with your speech and proposition." A subtle jab to remind him that just because she was soft spoke and delicate looking, she was not one to be bullied about.