Aha. Telrim's outline shifts as her head turns to stare at Regulus. That was the boy? That's... interesting. Unsettling, though this isn't the best place to start questioning him.
"Very nice," she mutters under her breath. She'll get back to that, oh yes. First she leads the way onward, threading a familiar path through the halls and side-corridors.
She stops in front of a door that looks like any of the others, save that the frame is heavier and there's a more prominent security lock. Telrim will have them through that in a moment. Inside is clearly an office: there's a large, neatly-kept steel desk, on which sits some sort of tree-shaped holo-sculpture. The console display flashes up dozens of red-lit notifications, bleeping forlornly at them now they're inside. Behind it is a cushioned stool, sculpted to fit a tail and non-human proportions.
"Guard the door while I work," Telrim says, once they're all in.
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Date: 2014-06-05 12:22 am (UTC)"Very nice," she mutters under her breath. She'll get back to that, oh yes. First she leads the way onward, threading a familiar path through the halls and side-corridors.
She stops in front of a door that looks like any of the others, save that the frame is heavier and there's a more prominent security lock. Telrim will have them through that in a moment. Inside is clearly an office: there's a large, neatly-kept steel desk, on which sits some sort of tree-shaped holo-sculpture. The console display flashes up dozens of red-lit notifications, bleeping forlornly at them now they're inside. Behind it is a cushioned stool, sculpted to fit a tail and non-human proportions.
"Guard the door while I work," Telrim says, once they're all in.