<strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian didn't really know why she believed her supposed outburst at the meeting had affected him to such a degree. He had long since forgotten about it. It was a normal reaction for someone who was so close to much of the staff and didn't quite have enough experience with separating business from casual yet. She'd served in some kind of command role for quite some time by then, but never one that spanned beyond her teammates. He did not hold it against her, even if he had found it to be counterproductive. She seemed far more affected by it than he, and it showed when he closed the door behind her and casually circled around his desk to reach for the remote control that rested on a small coffe table in front of his couch. He was listening, even if it seemed as though he wasn't. A click of a single button paused the recording and subsequently muted the distracting sound of the game that was on. It wasn't a very good one, so he didn't really care if he missed parts of it, but better safe than sorry.<br/><br/>He sat back down, resting one leg across the other's thigh while leaning back a little. He did not invite her to sit, but primarily because he assumed it was implied that she could make herself at home. He wouldn't have received her at all if he wanted her to just stand around, say her piece and then leave. As always, though, the clanner didn't really seem to take cultural differences into account as best as he should have, and didn't realize how rude that might come across.<br/>His gaze was as stern as ever, fixated on her eyes as she spoke, even as she seemed intent on avoiding eye contact. She did not need to say it for him to know what this was really about, even if she claimed it was a fifty-fifty division.<br/><br/><strong>"Firstly, I was not offended by your protest,"</strong> he started; short and sweet. <strong>"Secondly, as you said, it has been busy,"</strong> he finally motioned for her to sit, but rose up himself. He walked over to minibar and proceeded to pour her a drink. Nothing fancy and nothing overly strong, but it was only proper he offer her something.<br/><strong>"You have made no indications either, though,"</strong> he added, as he stopped in front of her to offer her the drink, before taking a seat again. <strong>"Why has that been bothering you so much?"</strong> he questioned.</div>