Apr 01, 2011 22:24
Samus was taking part in one of the few luxuries she had here on the ship: the amenities of the crew lounge. She leaned back in the leather armchair, taking a sip of her whiskey coffee and tapped a few times on her omnicomm with her free hand. She was busy at work. It was nice to get out of the office. She didn't have to stare at the empty side off the office that way.
Not that she missed the other Chief of Security or it bothered her at all. Nope. Not one bit.
samus aran,
lash,
!location: the lounge,
astrid hoffersson