Second verse, same as the first

[doyousmellfudge]

Claudia has taken to Warehouse 13 like a duck to water. She actually seems to enjoy doing inventory. That makes Artie a little suspicious. Not suspicious enough to actually put a stop to it yet, though. After all, the more busywork she does, the more time he can devote to his actual job of tracking down Artifacts

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[claudiometer]

Hokay, so. Here's the Claudia. She's chillin'. Damn, that is a sweet Claudia, you might say--

...You know, up to the point where she realises that's sorta her boss. In the corner. With the snickerdoodles.
Jedi mind trick's not gonna work, so much, is it?

[doyousmellfudge]

There are many things Claudia Donovan is good at. Blending in with a crowd? Not one of them.

When Artie catches that telltale glint of streaked red hair out of the corner of his eye, he freezes, cookie halfway to his mouth.

[claudiometer]

...Yeah, Claudia's just gonna act casual, now. Maybe it;ll go better if she acts like it's nothing unusual, that they're both here?
:D?

[doyousmellfudge]

"Claudia."

Ms. Donovan hasn't known Artie very long, but she should recognize his you're-about-to-be-in-trouble voice.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

Data took note of the man sitting in the corner booth when he walked into the Bar. But he did not look twice until he was settled into a nearby table, ready for another fascinating session of people-watching.

After that second look, however, he does not look away.

In fact, the android seems almost frozen, like someone has shut him off.

It is somewhat conspicuous.

[doyousmellfudge]

Yes. Yes it is. And it has caught Artie's attention.

(Has he seen this guy somewhere? He's not as well-versed in popular culture as some of his fellow Warehouse agents.)

[ol_yellow_eyes]

Data is currently accessing information regarding whether or not Zibalians can grow facial hair. They cannot, as far as he knows. But it could always be a disguise.

Despite the fact that his facial recognition program indicates a possible match, the probability that this person is actually Kivas Fajo is likely only a fraction of a percent.

But the possibility exists.

That fact does not frighten Data, in any way. But suddenly his mind is keeping track of the exits.

After a very long silence, it finally occurs to Data that he is staring. Staring is rude.

"Pardon me," he says, slowly. After a moment, he tries asking, "Are we acquainted?"

[doyousmellfudge]

"Nnnnnnot that I'm aware of. Why?"