=/\=Sir? I’d like to meet with you regarding a guest we currently have on the Dresden. Where can I find you?=/\=

Issac Forgrave, CoS

Renveer’s stomach sank at the comm. The executive officer had convinced himself that the rest of the day would pass by uneventfully, and that at the end of it Cet would leave as abruptly as he had came. It appeared that wasn’t to be the case. Renveer had thus far resisted the urge to check the security feed of the guest lounge, but he quickly pulled it up to make sure Cet hadn’t made a scene. It looked like the man was just sitting there… although Renveer had to admit that he was inclined to brush off Forgrave’s request for personal reasons, rather than objective ones.

=^= Certainly, Lieutenant Forgrave. Has Dr. Cet done something uncivil? =^= The frown was evident in his voice. =^= I’m in my office, you can meet me here if there’s something to discuss. =^= Renveer held his breath for a second, holding out a small sliver of hope that Forgrave would say nevermind.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)