<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/812547894355427348/813570098564038656/PO_Nethali_Ryba_Aster.png)</div><strong>Petty Officer Aster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329997.msg15762146#msg15762146)</strong><br/>Location:<strong>Kir-Je's office, feeling cute. </strong>Might steal your gf later.<br/>Tagged Players:<strong>Kir-Je</strong><br/><hr/>"I'm all for perceived incompetence~" Aster agreed, which likely contributed to the yes-woman attitude plied towards all of the trill's suggested (and implemented) changes. For her, it was an hour of 'mmhmms', 'yep', 'sounds good' and 'makes sense, that' while the security officer happily nursed her drink.<br/><br/>Only when Kir-Je made note of said drink did he see a shift from all-amenable to the mischief that peppered her record: "What, dun get drunk on duty? I'm clear there," -if the drink impacted her, she wasn't showing any signs of it, that much was true- "'Sides, ain't nothin' a sobriety hypo won't clear up should shit go sidewindy." She patted a trouser pocket just below the horizon of the desk between them, as if she might even have one on hand.<br/><br/>The talk of a bridge shift gives that impish flippancy pause, though, replaced with a blank look as she mutely accepted the pre-loaded PADD. She looked between him and the PADD once, twice, then, with a theatric whine: "...I thought we were gettin'<em>along</em>, chief."<br/><br/>Anatole Kir-Je hadn't read it wrong- her predecessing superior had indeed written at length about Aster's aspirations to pilot a starship- but the Nimbosian's reaction was seated in genuine distaste under the thespian display: "Y'might as well ask a Hirogen t' go skeet shootin'."