<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, doing paperwuuurk</strong><br/>Tagged Players:<strong>Kir-Je</strong><br/><hr/>Praise was the last thing Aster expected. Beratement, scant acknowledgement, hell, even a back-handed compliment was in the scope of her expectations, but a straight up 'well done'?<br/><br/>Shock tore down her poker face. Without it, Aster was pretty emotive...and clearly hung up on his opening statement, mouthing 'well done' with furrowed brows. As if repeating the words voicelessly might unveil some hidden meaning, but no- it sounded like he meant it.<br/><br/>She shook off the surrealism by the time she went to replicate a refreshment - 'personal hot beverage recipe 223'- and bore a lop-sided grin with her quip as she took the gestured seat: "Hey, hey, some of my best mates were fur-faced idiots, but I getcher point."<br/><br/><em>Were.</em>One of the ever-pervasive reminders of the war they'd both come up in.<br/><br/>Drawing an ankle over a knee to settle in, she sipped her drink-- an amber-orange frothy thing. Strong, bitter, and- depending on the caliber of his olefactory function- likely mixed alcoholic.<br/><br/>Admitting<em>nothing</em>in regards to the vast ensign-shaped hole in her report and what she filled it with, she asked: "So, what's th' verdict- th' bit on cheetah claw facts, stays or goes?"