((8 Forward, The Writer’s Room, U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler))
Lahl: So, what brought you to sit down next to me? ::gesturing to vaguely to the various seats that were available::
Salo: It was an open seat.
Kimonzi moved her head back and forth as she thought about that, it was a good enough reason as any.
Lahl: Well, that’s fair enough.
Salo: But, I’m glad you talked to me. I like meeting new people.
Lahl: So do I, it’s always good to know the people around you.
Salo: How long have you been on the Butler?
Lahl: I was assigned here just before the mission to Omicron Vector IV. I met up with the crew on Port Coray.
The bartender returned with the drinks that Nesre had ordered for the both of them, and the young Trill took a tentative sip, enjoying the sweetness as it hit her taste buds.
Salo: Well, how are you settling in?
Lahl: So far so good, I think. I’ve only shot one superior officer with a phaser. ::immediately face palming as she said that, the drink must’ve acted ridiculously fast on her::
Salo: Response
Lahl: I mean, Kessler told me to! He was being attacked by a shadow creature.
She wasn’t entirely sure she was making sense, and she was worried she was about to get sent to the brig, or to Avander.
Salo: Response
Lahl hoped that the Orion was laughing with her, not laughing at her. She was definitely going to get an A in friendship, which is totally something that was a) acheivable, and b) something that someone should want to get.
Lahl: You know, you’re the second person who found that amusing. Lieutenant Herrick brought it up when we were fixing the transporters.
Salo: Response
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