Aug 04, 2010 02:29
[There she is, eyeballing her communicator, and mid-yawn a jet of what Nel hopes is water smacks the back of her throat.
Nel is not prepared. Nel chokes, and hacks. Most undignified. Then it occurs to her that it might be transmitting.
A multitude of never-spoken curses nearly escape her. At the last second she regains her composure and inconspicuously glances the empty buffet's length, only satisfied when no newcomers show in her line of sight. Her eyes, their violet darkening, redirect to the recalcitrant device.]
Why, when I've done nothing to defy the captain--
[Yes, there have been things said in private, but that doesn't count as defiance... does it? Harrumph.]
--does his creation assault me? Utterly uncalled for.
captain oh captain,
where are my kniiiives,
apris doesn't bless you,
incomprehensible