She traipsed to the door, her gauzy skirt of her dress floating about her. She shot Roger a withering look, making him smirk as she opened the door. She stepped to the side and gestured. “Good day, Séan,” Eela said with more ease than he had probably seen in any of their interactions thus far.

Behind Eela, standing in the hallway at the entrance of the foyer was a tall Human male, who was older, probably around Eela’s age. He had red hair and a beard that had gone about half white. He was dressed in grey slacks and pale green sweater. “I’ll go make myself scarce,” he declared, moving into the foyer to stand at the coat closet a few feet from Eela.

She smirked. “You don’t have to.”

He laughed. “Perhaps, but then you have zero excuses.”

Eela shook he head and gestured between the two men. “Séan Iven, Roger Kellen. Roger, Séan.”

Roger reached out his hand to Iven. “It’s good to meet you. And kudos and commiserations. She’s a lot of work, this one. Trust me I know,” he said with a conspiratorial wink.

Eela just laughed, clearly not offended.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.