Not a Typical Visit [Closed]

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Characters: Tear Grants and Susan Ivanova
Content: Tear decides to see the first mate in regards to their stay in Abantiare.
Setting: The Silvana; Susan's Quarters
Time: Early evening
Warnings: None expected

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Ivanova lounged in her quarters, hair down for a change and she was laying back on her couch, reading through a military drama novel. They were ridiculous, or course. Sailing on seas covered in water was completely impossible.

Being back home in Abantiare was something of a mixed blessing. She could actually see her home if she stood exactly right on the top deck, it was less than two miles from the port, but she hadn't been home to visit her father. Being in port here made her decision not to go talk to him even more willful than it would have otherwise been.

Her introspection was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, marking her place in her book, refastening her hair in a loose ponytail and answering the door. It was Grants, looking like her usual blank and emotionless self.

"Grants. Something I can do for you?"

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Briefly lowering her head as a sign of respect, Tear stated, "Forgive me for bothering you, but I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time."

So far so good. Her countenance hadn't belied a thing. Hopefully, she would be able to maintain that facade. She just had to keep reminding herself to keep a steady voice, an unfaltering pace, and, most importantly, that stoic expression. It shouldn't be too difficult to memorize and implement all of those qualities into her demeanor...at least, hopefully.

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Susan gestured for Grants to come inside. She took a seat at her desk chair and nodded towards the chair she kept next to the desk specifically for visitors. There was always the couch, of course, but that was far more personal than her relationship with Grants was.

It wasn't unusual for the crew, especially the officers, to bring concerns to her rather than to Alex. He was the Captain, of course, but even though he would take any issue the ship faced with complete, logical detachment, that was how he made every decision and that was how he acted towards the crews personal concerns, complains, comments and questions. Susan could be fiery, passionate and hotheaded, but at least she had some emotional awareness there.

She doesn't say anything, but she leans back in her chair and raises her eyebrows, indicating that Grants should get on with it.

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Striding into the room and taking the seat Ivanova indicated, Tear glanced up at her face, being careful not to appear edgy or overstrung. It was always good to be unafraid of eye contact - avoiding stares would make her seem jumpy.

Clasping her hands together on her lap, Tear hesitated for a moment, trying to think of the best way to phrase her question. She had run this through her mind earlier, but it was always beneficial to think through it again.

"If I may ask," she began, slowly, "how long do you expect the Silvana to remain docked within Abantiare?"