Lt A.Dewitt- Visiting Hours
Emma Banin
(( ~ Brig Containment cell ~ USS Khitomer))
She had originally planned on going to engineering to see Connor but as the work with the PADDS seemed to be progressing well without his help, she thought she would save her ire for him later when he could make it up to not contacting her by baking for her.
She had also slipped by Captain Shayne once again feeling like she wasn’t truly needed, at least not for the dismantling of the PADDS. She had strongly objected to the keeping of the data even for the express point of proving Tram’s crimes. Something at the back of her mind told her that if they didn’t get rid of the data now someone a somewhere down the line who hadn’t seen those forces changed by what he had done, who read the reports as cold hard data, would have little trouble in deciding that the data could prove useful.
It was wrong.
She opened the doors to the brig signalling to the security officers who stood to attention their focus on the sole occupant before them. She looked at him.
He hadn’t changed. If he felt contrition or regret he had forgotten to tell his face to show it. She saw only a man that was smug and even behind the force field of a brig cell somehow thought he was sitting on a throne.
Still appearances could be deceptive and emotions could be; practiced and hidden. He glanced at her like she would check a specimen under a microscope.
Tram: ::Clinically:: I anticipated you would have more to discuss with me....
A.Dewitt : Did you anticipate being in a cell?
Tram: Response.
She chuckled , a laugh that held no warmth but one that kind of accepted a spoken truth and yet was content that it came from a place of only partial understanding.
A.Dewitt: Perhaps but seems to me there’s only one of us that isn’t behind a forcefield and won’t be sent to a rehabilitation center.
Tram: Response.
She got a chair and placed it in front of the field so that they were looking directly at each other . The guards kept themselves to the shadows but she felt their presence. She crossed her legs and took out the hip flask that Talia had gifted her on her wedding day taking a swig from it.
A.Dewitt: Want a swig? :offering it to Tram:
Tram: Response.
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
A239810JA2Q