11 - She'll just launch this craft on the tide of complaint

[no_fastolfe]

[Filtered to Rassilon, Rinzler, Rhade, Seven, Martha, and Dracula]

Though some of you already know: I can now say, conclusively, that Sherlock Holmes, my warden, has left the barge.

[She looks very chilly as she says this, haughty and unaffected.
Please ignore the tension in her neck. She's being emotionless.]

Comments

[private]

[feels_no_love]

Ah, that is a loss for the Barge. And in general. Are you weathering it all right?

[private]

[no_fastolfe]

Yes; I don't see why I should get over-exercised.

[It's obviously a lie, blatantly enough that the lie itself is a plea for help. Spacers are not the most emotionally matured of peoples.]

[private]

[feels_no_love]

He was a brilliant man and actually had a chance of understanding you. He could have done with some manners, but eccentricity often goes hand in hand with genius. In your place I would regret his going. You have more poise than I, however.

[private]

[no_fastolfe]

He was all of these things. He helped me in ways I had not foreseen. I regret it, of course, but see no point in letting it effect me emotionally.

[Which is why her eyes are red and shiny. Naturally.]

[private]

[feels_no_love]

Sometimes things simply have an impact. But you seem to be bearing it well and that is all that may be expected.

Sometimes I wonder if my Warden will see me through to the end.

[private]

[no_fastolfe]

I hope so. The... inconvenience.. is counterproductive. Will you pardon me, sir? [Time for cry round two-- and then eventually putting on her Big Girl panties and going to help Martha.]

[private]

[feels_no_love]

Of course...of course. [Bit awkward here, but he smiles thinly.]