Lt. Silveira: More reasons to apologise.
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IC:
((USS Artemis, deck 6, Elysium))
Vitor came across Commander Hopper in the Elysium. As usual he didn’t exactly started with a proper “How are you doing?”
Not unexpectedly he shrugged, stirring his coffee with the spoon.
Silveira: Not the most pleasant experience I know. But you made it through. As that old expression goes “Just get back on the horse and ride the same path where you fell”.
Hopper: Somehow that’s less inspiring after the last fall should have killed you… ::Shaking her head, sighing:: Feels a bit like tempting fate getting ‘back in the saddle’, don’t you think?
Vitor grinned and took a long sip from his expresso slowly putting it down and learning back.
Silveira: Isn’t risk part of our business? It doesn’t do you any good if you dwell too much into that near death experience. ::He leaned back and opened his arms widely, in his usual theatrical manner:: But I am a simple Tactical Chief not a Counselor. Just offering friendly advice and an apology for literally handling you like I did in the jeffries.
Hopper scoffed but controlled her breathing.
Hopper: Oh. Is that why you stopped by? Frankly, Mr. Silveira, your clumsy maneuvering was and is the least of my problems… But, if it will make you feel better, by all means. You’re forgiven.
Vitor nodded. Considering what the Commander had been through, the least she likely needed was him annoying her. Or maybe that was just the right distraction.
And if there was something Vitor did well, it was annoying people
Silveira: Thank you. I would rather it didn’t happen. At least not in that situation.
She lifted her glass and took another sip, emptying it, then set it down between them.
Hopper: Well, just don’t make a habit of it. Next time, I’ll be taking revenge… ::Sliding her glass over to him:: Tell you what – if you want to make it up to me, go get me another drink. A Moscow Mule… with one shot of the ‘real deal’. Getting up and walking over to the bar hurts.
He grinned and took her glass.
Silveira: But of course, consider it done.
He finished his coffee and stood up taking her glass. He asked for the Moscow Mule, but specifically ordered it to be alcohol free. Hopper was still recovering and surely under medication. For himself he got a simple orange juice.
He returned to their table and placed Hopper’s glass in front of her, holding his as he sat down. It looked like her expression softened slightly.
Vitor kept his grin.
That would change when she took the first sip.
Hopper: How are you coping, yourself?
He shrugged. How were they all?
Silveira: Cynically well. I realised I hadn’t lost that many members of my department as expected. :: He tipped his head now with an honest smile.:: Honestly… I've been around for a few years and it’s been the worst thing I have faced. We slowly get by. ::He again shrugged and leaned back.:: As that old Portuguese proverb goes: “We bury the dead and take care of the living.”
Hopper: Response
Vitor picked his orange juice and took a long sip.
Silveira: I think it will take some time to heal and recover, but eventually we will get there. And by that I mean the whole fleet, its structure, organisation… Not just the people.
Hopper: Response
Vitor raised his hand before Hopper took a sip from her glass.
Silveira: By the way… I might have to offer another apology soon… ::He grinned:: But please, take a sip. I suggested to the bartender a slight twist to your Mule.
Hopper: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
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