<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Kari was glad for the interruption, if only for something that would delay the work that she had to do.<em>Speech isn’t going to write itself,</em>was an easy enough statement to tell yourself, but that still didn’t mean that finding the words were any easier or were going to just magically leap onto the paper at her beck and call. And she also knew that she would be many, many tries in before she got to something she liked.<em>Let’s face it, you just suck at this</em><br/><br/>It was an odd one; Kari was usually outgoing, vibrant and colourful. One look at her arms would tell anyone that. However, underneath that, she was now surprisingly insecure, the result of the situation she found herself in. Given a crowd and something important like this, and she was deathly afraid that she was going to wilt under pressure.<em>Which would be a great start for a new leader,</em>she ruefully added as she reached the door.<br/><br/>To her surprise, Emily was waiting on the other side. “e- Lieutenant,” she began, quickly correcting herself to be a little more formal. “Please, come in.” She stepped back, allowing the other woman to enter her quarters while still trying to figure the approach she should be taking here.<em>Familiar or formal?</em>she wondered, then had a small mental shrug.<em>Be yourself, Kari. Make this easier on both of you</em><br/><br/>“So, what can I do for you?” She asked, defaulting to her usual, more friendly tone. “And want a drink too? I know I could use one”<br/>