Grace Van-Derveld
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Call me... Sassypants.

-is having way too much fun-

-makes caf for two while chuckling at the Director's antics-

-with both cups in hand, she soon walks back to Van-Derveld's desk and puts one before her-

I do not wail. As for whimpering, only under certain circumstances, Cara style.

-shakes her head as she gets up-

Well, well....

-stops by the Director for her next words-

If bemoaning strikes your fancy, by all means, use that adjective.

-walks away towards the caf machine-

Caf?

-keeps her eyes on the monitor-

You have a point, Director. I may have moaned in my sleep because of Kofe.

-is grateful for her ability to keep a straight face-

Cara did the moaning indeed.

Not me.

-looks at the terminal happy to see her screen back to normal-

-chuckles at the Director's reply-

Bellowing?

-quirks a brow-

I wouldn't have put it this way.

-yelps as she sees cannoks eating all the things on her screen-

By the gods... Director Grace Van-Derveld, you sassy pain in the ass.

-starts laughing and gives her a look-

Remember I can say hi on that encrypted channel your staff gave me codes for by accident.

-bows her head before returning to her work-

-stares at the archival footage and looks pensive-

That was shortly after I left imperial territory. It was the only hospital left on a moon in the Outer Rim. I might have picked a fight with some emissary. Her holier-than-though attitude was so annoying. She hated her posting; and hated the locals even more. Pity really.

I don't need to know details, unless you wish to share.

-realizes it's the only time she's seen the Director very slightly baffled as to how to say something-

Oh.... Good point.

No big deal. I just don't want to make it any sort of weird for Bryna.