Date Posted:15:53:53 03/10/03 Mon Author: Raven Subject: {Mild} In reply to:
Roue'
's message, "| Desicions, Desicions," on 09:55:43 03/10/03 Mon
Obsidian pupils dialate sharply, closing into dagger-like slits; the only display of her emotions as the mocking words burst angrily across the table. Her brows rise mildly on an impassive expression, hands opening slightly as she sits back in her chair.
"In that case.. I withdraw the offer. I was hoping you could display some of your skills with an assignment, then perhaps when we come under pressure with the Federation we could assign you to your best ability. Obviously I was wrong, if you cannot even take a suggestion..not even an order mind you... without ..."
Her voice cuts off abruptly, attention shifting sharply to a insistent alert flickering on her data pad, still attached to her hip. Snapping it sharply off her belt, she scans the alarm, wincing slightly as she reads the info but remains silent as she jumps hurridly to her feet and hands the pad to Fyre..
(ooc: it is a security breech at the Infirmiry..all they know now is that there are sounds coming from the room... must go..sorry.)
