<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>Ansem took the cigars and returned them to their holders, slipping them into the pouch on his suit's belt. His gloved hand reached up to his temple, tapping a side of the visor. The chest plates of the suit let out a pneumatic groan before they pulled apart and begin the process that would allow him (or Captain Fielding) to peel off the suit once they were alone. He had no intention on hanging onto her, there was no need to be seen in that fashion around the ship.<br/><strong>"Please do...Kris..." </strong><br/>His lips bit at its corner, forcing his crumbling discipline to hold out just a bit longer. He was ready to sprint after her all the way back to the officer quarters.