<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br/>Location: Mess Hall<br/>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br/><hr/>Dorn listened attentively. It was difficult to grasp what she was saying, but that was not in any way through the fault of T'Rena. Kolinahr seemed to be something that was difficult to sum up and a brief exchange over lunch was hardly going to cover everything. Some of the words she chose were rather telling and helped to reinforce some of the notions that Dorn had about Vulcans, although it was very clear that T'Rena was very much her own person and not some ambulatory stereotype.<br/><br/>When she turned back to her soup, Dorn follow suit with his own food. He looked at the mug of Root Beer and drank sweet, cloying, and bubbly beverage but he took no pleasure at all in its consumption.<br/><br/>"You are welcome, T'Rena." Dorn replied, inclining his head just so. He rose, gathering his dishes and tray and carried it to an area reserved for such things.<br/><br/>As the pair left the Mess Hall, their meal concluded, Dorn shared his room number with T'Rena. "If our schedules permit, it would be . . . pleasant . . . to share more time together." Dorn said, searching for a word that was appropriate.