<strong>Location</strong>: The Ritz-Gospel Hotel (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Elevator to Conference Hall 01<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Afia Durrani<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Afia looked at Indira for a moment, before hesitantly nodding her head and replying, "Understood."<br/><br/>She immediately looked away and tried to focus on pushing out all the negative thoughts concerning this. She knew she needed to be professional, and she would do her best. It didn't mean she'd like it, though. She couldn't wait to get out of this and go home, maybe relax with a nice cigar, put on a movie... All she knew was that she couldn't wait for this borefest to be done with. Until it was, however, she'd act like a good little soldier and march where she was ordered to march and act like she was ordered to act. She was never quite good at mustering a fake smile, so hopefully a neutral expression would be acceptable, it was that or a bored scowl.