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[annikahansen]

::offers daily farewell to Astrometrics staff, waiting until back is turned to lift brow at jennydelaney's gum smack response

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[annikahansen]

::side-steps to avoid contact, barely::

::once again grasps a shoulder to offer patient direction::

::clearly, inattention is genetic::

[andrewkim]

Wait, what...

::squints::

Oh, hey, Seven. Here for the party?

Have fun. Just stay away from the whale. She's kinda testy.

::lifts finger over lips in universal plea for secrecy, swerving on past former drone::

[annikahansen]

No, I...

::feels brow shoot up of own volition as realization sinks in::

Really, Ensign.

::smiles slightly at hissed sellout, before turning attention to other holodeck door::

[ahni_jetal]

::signs off on 'therapy' block for day, shaking head in amusement...at some point it'll just have to be labeled 'fun'::

::offers pupil a few last tips, scanning corridor as holodeck doors open::

::tries to look unintimidated...but in moderation::

::if Borg concern is that scary, would rather avoid Borg annoyance::

Seven!

Did we run late? I was so impressed by a few of your father's moves I had to ask him to run parts of the simulation through again.

He's quite the pilot.

[annikahansen]

::eyes her::

His field of work was exobiology, Ensign.

[magnushansen]

The Raven didn't fly herself through the rougher patches of space we encountered, Annie.

::coughs, inclining head toward ahni_jetal in gesture of deliberate gratitude::

But I'm certain my natural skills have been...enhanced.

[ahni_jetal]

::flares eyes...was that a joke or...?::

::looks at annikahansen...who seems just as uncertain::

Oh, um...

::decides to wisely bow out...best way to deal with family business on this ship::

Enhanced or not, I'd say you're just fine.

::inwardly smacks self::

Subject change!

What's going on next door, Seven? Wait...Naomi's shower. Are you going?

[annikahansen]

No.

::realizes tone may have been more sharp than strictly necessary::

::amends terse statement::

I do not like children, Ensign. I see no point.

[ahni_jetal]

Well, the baby isn't exactly here yet, so I think you're safe...

I'm sure Naomi would appreciate your presence and moan about the lack of it until the thing does escape if you don't go

Everyone will be there. I mean, Tom has to show sometime, and since you and he...

::falters...she's not warming up::

::looks to magnushansen instead...confusing signals or not, at least he isn't scary::

It would be great socialization practice.

[annikahansen]

My socialization skills are fine, Ensign.

And apparently, so are his.

::lifts nose::

[ahni_jetal]

Right.

::slaps flexy against wrist, finding no idea how to dispel the suddenly very acrimonious atmosphere::

::settles on just sliding the thin piece of polymer into magnushansen's hands, offering him a beautific smile...even if back is prickling::

That should be enough to satisfy the Doctor and Linnis.

::drops hands awkwardly to side, glancing down corridor as people start piling out of the lift::

Well. Looks like I'd better go change. I hope you two show...but if not, same time, same place next week, Magnus?

::scrunches up nose, practically feeling a fresh wave of icy hostility from annikahansen at the personal form of address...but well, what's he supposed to be called? No rank, doesn't look a thing like 'Mister' age...did he have a doctorate? Does long term assimilation cancel those out?::

::rolls neck...yeah, time for some of Neelix's punch::

::offers a final wave, turning on heel and making a run for almost empty lift::

[magnushansen]

::half-turns, watching the Ensign's departure just a little wistfully...she makes more effort than most of Voyager's crew to engage the humanity left::

::knits brows, shifting slowly to face companion again::

That was unnecessary.

[annikahansen]

::clasps hand behind back, chin lifting even farther::

Annie?

[magnushansen]

Entirely necessary.

::hefts flexy the Ensign had handed over, spinning it lightly between thumb and index finger::

I should remit these to sickbay.

::inclines head when crisp, firm footsteps fall in line behind::

I don't need an escort...Annie.

[annikahansen]

::ignores thinly veiled dismissal, stepping up pace::

Why do you abbreviate my human name?

[magnushansen]

::smiles slightly...carefully twisting face to hide it::

::holds stern tone::

That's what your mother called you.