Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2009 5:14:21 GMT -8
Scott just listened and nodded sagely to what Yaxley had told him about his method of working. He wondered briefly about the workload there might currently be in sickbay, noting that he was now the only other person in the room other than the medical staff. Shrugging, he let it pass, knowing that there was often more to things than first met the eye.
"If you wish, but I merely was pointing out the risk of spreading illness through the ship. If there is anything else to discuss, please do not hesitate."
Taking Yaxley’s mirror gesture to indicate that there was more to be discussed, Scott walked towards the office, rapping smartly on the door as he got there. Getting no reply, Scott opened the door and let himself in. He moved to where Sig usually sat and settled himself into the chair. It was quite comfortable considering it seemed to be a standard issue chair and Scott briefly wondered if he’d be able to get it swapped without anyone noticing.
Smiling at the thought, he pushed it aside, indicating for Yaxley to take a seat opposite him. “So Commander, it’s not everyday that I hear the risk of infection of a starship being called a ‘security issue’. Especially when I from my, albeit less educated, position consider the subject here to be generally healthy, with no particular complaints.” Scott waited for a brief moment, carefully choosing his next words, “However if you have already noted something about me, something that your keen trained senses have picked up on, I would like to hear about it. Of course if you had other meanings about these ‘security reasons’ I would be most interested to hear about them,” Scott told Yaxley as he lent back in the chair, pushing away slightly from the desk, elbows resting on the arm rests, his fingers laced just above his waist.
Tag: Yaxley
"If you wish, but I merely was pointing out the risk of spreading illness through the ship. If there is anything else to discuss, please do not hesitate."
Taking Yaxley’s mirror gesture to indicate that there was more to be discussed, Scott walked towards the office, rapping smartly on the door as he got there. Getting no reply, Scott opened the door and let himself in. He moved to where Sig usually sat and settled himself into the chair. It was quite comfortable considering it seemed to be a standard issue chair and Scott briefly wondered if he’d be able to get it swapped without anyone noticing.
Smiling at the thought, he pushed it aside, indicating for Yaxley to take a seat opposite him. “So Commander, it’s not everyday that I hear the risk of infection of a starship being called a ‘security issue’. Especially when I from my, albeit less educated, position consider the subject here to be generally healthy, with no particular complaints.” Scott waited for a brief moment, carefully choosing his next words, “However if you have already noted something about me, something that your keen trained senses have picked up on, I would like to hear about it. Of course if you had other meanings about these ‘security reasons’ I would be most interested to hear about them,” Scott told Yaxley as he lent back in the chair, pushing away slightly from the desk, elbows resting on the arm rests, his fingers laced just above his waist.
Tag: Yaxley