<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/>Aster's initial response was to listen. Nevermind that this was the wisest of options when it came to one's superior officer (as the Trill himself inferred, wisdom had disturbingly little to do with Aster's decision-making process) but what Kir-Je was laying out made it seem the prudent choice, even to her.<br/><br/>He had a point. More than one. And damned good points all, delivered without the usual high-and-mightly pompous derision she was so reactive to. And his assessment of her character was unnervingly<em>on-point</em>. Instead of acknowleding it, though, the Nimbosian's pride and paranoia chalked his insight up to ulterior motives.<br/><br/>"Chief, yer a veritabull font o' surprises," the woman said affably, draining the last of her doctored drink. "I thought y' lot weren't supposed t' carouse wi' yer lessers."<br/><br/>She stood, walked to return her emptied mug to the replicator,  and casually laid out distrust on the way: "While I do indeed appreciate y' not smokin' me fer 'aving a nip t' get through th' dredge o' paperwork, I ain't a barrack's bunny. I'll lay off 'cause y' ain't been half bad fer brass, nah 'cause I'm lookin' for -<em>or needin'</em>- any kind o' shitbird hand-out."<br/><br/>Oh boy,<em>trust</em>was going to be a battle.<br/><br/>She sat back down with the quirked grin of an incorrigible adrenaline junky, "Though, iffin yer really wantin' t' offer a few carrots, slot me in on th' first away team. I'm climbin' th' walls wi' boredom 'ere."