<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br/>Mess Hall<br/>Tagged: Empola</strong><br/><br/>Rondok settled easily into a chair.  He flicked down the power on the PAD and set it aside.  He met the betazoid's eyes as she spoke, his face neutral at first, then smiling openly.  "We have a similar problem in relating to these people, Miss Largran.  Deception is innate to how they interact with themselves and each other.  Perhaps if they could see themselves as you do, they wouldn't feel the need to hide from themselves."<br/><br/>He arched an eye brow curiously.  "Salad soup? Is the broth salty?"  he took the soup and took a bite.  Shaking his head, he sighed.  "Needs more seaweed.  I am going to the replicator.  Is there something I may bring you?"