Surda had chosen a table against the wall for the meeting she had requested and sat comfortably facing the door. She was expecting Captain Manhattan and was waiting somewhat impatiently, not that you could see it on her face. The lounge was sparsely populated, and the table she had chosen was fairly removed from the rest of the crew. She would rather meet the man on her own terms than meet him the first time they had to work together during a containment failure.
-Surda, CoS