(( B’hala Sacred Waters Retreat - Little Risa - StarBase 118 ))
It seemed Ross wasn't the only Intel officer who had been sent into time-out. Sol was the least of all people he had expected to meet in this beachy lobby, and yet she looked way better prepared than him, wearing a light summer dress and an expression of amusement.
Ross: You don't happen to be here because...
McLaren: I had a message from my :: she paused. :: therapist.
He nodded. Made sense.
Ross: So they got you too, huh.
McLaren: Seems so. Not sure I see the need...
That got another nod from him.
Ross: Sounds like you're not here because you want to?
Sol shrugged.
McLaren: Im not really a fan of being told I have to do this... no. You?
That was a relief - he wasn't the only one around here who didn't like doctor's orders. Ross gestured towards the chair to her right and eventually sat down, accepting his fate.
Ross: Don't get me started. I'm not really big on the whole... wellness-stuff. Are you?
She shook her head.
McLaren: Its not my first time in a spa... but I dont make a habit of it either... but I am still a lady... and we are known to enjoy such things every now and then...
She laughed.
He grinned and felt how the tension in his chest eased up a bit.
Ross: I mean... I don't mind it terribly either. If they have a pool, I'm in.
He hadn't swum in ages - even though he used to enjoy it. But with the shoulder acting up he didn't dare to put it under any pressure.
McLaren: ?
He typed in the last few details into his PADD and waved it faintly.
Ross: That's how you can tell it's a medical thing. I mean it's nice they care about us... I guess.
McLaren: ?
He settled back in his chair and watched the coming and going in the lobby.
Ross: So... is it worth asking how you're doing?
This whole thing gave him a hint on her current ability to relax.
McLaren: ?
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Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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