((Mushashi Lounge, Mission Pod Level B, USS Ronin))
Xira's muscles were tense. Her leg bounced under the table, where she sat drinking her tea with a tight grip.
She hoped T'Alia would come. She'd come to find a friend in the Vulcan/Bajoran hybrid, and enjoyed her company.
Fiddling at her earring, Xira glanced out the nearest viewport. oO What was that last mission? Oo
She'd heard that an alternate version of the Captain and First Officer had exploded, and it left an intense mark on the other crew.
Truth be told, Xira did cry when she heard the news. However, she hadn't cried as much as when she lost the crew.
oO Did I end up with a tolerance to grief? Oo
Truth be told, she didn't know.
The movement in the left of her peripheral vision snapped her out of her reverie. It was T'Alia.
Akani: Hi.
Dohna: Response
Xira took a second to sip her tea before speaking up.
Akani: How are you?
Dohna: Response
Akani: I'm okay… Slowly getting over grief of what happened on the Rose, and I think it's helped a bit with what happened with the alternate versions of Niac and Raga.
Dohna: Response
[Tags/TBC]
Tactical Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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