[OOM: Ambassador Delenn seems to have a bit of a
problem ...]
Commander Ivanova is very tired. Today, she had to a) not kill anyone today, b) prevent an alien divorce/attempted murder from becoming an galatic political incident, c) explain hair care to an alien ambassador, d)escape explain human reproduction to someone newly hybrid, and e) not kill anyone today. She deserves a drink.
She steps off the lift and into Milliways.
"God damn it." She pauses and looks up at the ceiling. "...Sorry."
[tiny tag: Susan Ivanova]
[OOC: Good until it scrolls! Slowtimes are welcome! :D!]