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for_everyone) wrote2017-08-09 12:09 am
for_everyone) wrote2017-08-09 12:09 am
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For a third time, Hera slid her stylus over the PADD, reading through her report. It wasn't that she was nervous, but –
No. It was exactly that she was nervous. Which wasn't something Hera was used to feeling, even when she had ample reason for it. She was even fairly certain it was something her captain inspired in her without meaning to. And yet, here she was, looking through her report, again.
Near the end, she rises from her desk, never looking up from the PADD. Hera carries it with her as she walks to the wall of her quarters, moving along it to the Replicator.
"Computer." There was a chime of recognition. Hera still didn't look up. "Water, ten degrees."
No. It was exactly that she was nervous. Which wasn't something Hera was used to feeling, even when she had ample reason for it. She was even fairly certain it was something her captain inspired in her without meaning to. And yet, here she was, looking through her report, again.
Near the end, she rises from her desk, never looking up from the PADD. Hera carries it with her as she walks to the wall of her quarters, moving along it to the Replicator.
"Computer." There was a chime of recognition. Hera still didn't look up. "Water, ten degrees."