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Medical Bay
Even the circulation of air can't quite keep the antiseptic smell from this
room. Immaculately clean, the tiles of the floor are the same pristine white
as the walls. Gadgets and gizmos abound. The highest medical technology
available for all the races that might conceivably come to the station are
present. A pair of beds near the door provide places for emergent cases,
their bioscan devices ready for monitoring. Door lead to rooms for surgery,
short-term care, and long-term care. (OOC note: To set your room doing, try
'I'm <doing>'.)
Contents:
Niko, standing by the door.
Clara, harassing folks into getting better
Obvious Exits:
Elevator Lounge
You arrive from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Niko, in the flowery shirt once more--so he must be off-duty--steps into the
room, though he waits near the door to make sure nothing's being disturbed
before he actually says anything.
Clara is at her desk, the med bay echoingly empty for once, and tapping away at her terminal. At the motion from the door, she glances up and smiles brightly. "Well, hey there. Must be off duty. Pull up a chair."
Niko nods an affirmative as he settles into a chair. "It'd be nice if these
could be the uniforms, though," he muses. "Much more comfortable. I'm not
pestering, am I?" he adds, looking honestly concerned. With a gesture towards
the terminal, he adds something vague about work.
Clara waves a dismissive hand, leaning back in her chair. "Not a bit. I'm just still going over all the rules and regs for the place and cementing them in the old noggin between patients." She glances at the doorway with a hint of amusement. "Not that I've had any patients today yet."
Niko peers over his shoulder to the doorway as well, as if such words will
summon a patient. "Good. Be nice if it'd stay that way, but you'll forgive me
if I don't hold my breath." Turning back, he offers an engaging grin, with a
slight shake of his head.
Clara returns the grin, rolling her eyes as she links her fingers and rests her
elbows on the arms of her chair. "No, see, if you hold your breath, you'll
likely end up -being- a patient. But no one getting hurt would be nice, I
agree. Not even any assasination attempts reported in here last night, which
is nice."
Niko's brows lift fractionally. "Nice switch, yes," he murmurs. "They just must
not have gotten that far." He reaches down to retie one shoelace, adding, "It
does make life interesting, thought."
"Or you folk just frightened them all into submission," Clara counters congenially. "Anyway, what brings you to the land of antiseptic and scanners? Don't tell me you've already injured yourself in the line of duty?"
Niko's brows twitch rather sardonically at your statement. At the questions,
however, he shakes his head, with a quick chuckle. "Not just yet, no. I just
found myself at loose ends, and I thought I'd come see how you were doing. If
I stop in to see the folks in Security, see, Anya will almost definitely put
me to work."
Clara's eyes follow your brows for a moment before she blinks rapidly.
Mesmerizing little critters. "Mmm. The elusive Anya. I need to meet this
woman and find out how she keeps you folks from chaos. Are you fairly new
here too, then?"
Niko says, so automatically that it would seem to be a conditioned reponse, if
not for the gleam of mirth in his eyes, "Anya is always right. And you and
she would likely get on famously. I'd offer to introduce you now, but, well,
as I said, she'd put me to work." With a grin and a nod, he adds, "I got in a
day or two before you did, I think. At any rate, I'm still new enough that I
don't know many folks here. And most of them are diplomats, and I'm not going
to go out of my way to visit most of -them-."
Clara makes a moue of distaste, nodding emphatically. "The only one I've met
worth hunting down for a chat is that Stilvanian delegat, Kyara? She seems to
be decent people. I have yet to meet this Lexington joker, but I figure it's
just a matter of time."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Niko nods his agreement about the statement regarding Kyara, though not without a faint frown. "Kya, yes. Nice, but..." He shakes his head. "Probably not important." He glances at his comm-unit as he hears the chime, then looks back up, a faint, amused smile on his face. "Lexington. Yes. I can't help but be a little relieved that he seems to find me beneath notice."
Clara blows out a gust of breath, shrugging. "She'd have to be, what with..."
Her words trail off, and she shakes her head. "Never mind. From what I hear
from Honalee, you're a good sight fortunate to be beneath his notice, too.
I'd feel sorry for Riley if I didn't get the feeling he can take care of
himself."
Niko inclines his head at that. "The Chief can, yes," he agrees, looking
utterly confident in that. "I wouldn't be surprised if he were enjoying
himself, too. I just hope..." He frowns a moment, then says, "I hope he
doesn't go too far."
Clara steeples her fingers, peering over them seriously. "Do you think he
might? From what I hear, this isn't just a recent battle, but an ongoing
conflict. Pretty Phyrric, too, it looks like."
Niko tips his hand back and forth, a bit uncertain at the first question. "I
don't know. I hope not. Anya helps with that, though. She's great. I don't
know all the details of it all--I'm not really sure how appropriate asking
would be." He shakes his head, brows furrowed just a bit. "Well. It's not
happened so far."
Clara's lips quirk in a faint, understanding smile. "It's almost harder when you have a CO you get along with, isn't it? It'll all work out, I'll lay odds. I mean, if we can all survive this blasted Interegnuum and its aftermath, we can survive anything." Her brows furrow. "I don't remember the last one being this messy...but then I was in school at the time, too."
Niko's head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, so was I." Of course, he was almost still in
school for this one, so that can't be a surprise. "And I don't know how
things were were you were, but they didn't really publicize much of the
more... interesting... details on Evinast. I think they were in favor of the
whole rose-colored glasses thing."
Clara makes a small sweeping motion with her fingers, laughing softly. "I think
the entire Alliance gets the rose tinted version via the glories of the
media. I went to school here on Linnae, though, so we got a -little- more of
the scoop. Not that cadets get a great deal of scoop, but I wasn't a cadet by
that time."
Niko shakes his head slightly. "That must've been an experience, studying
here." And maybe not, from the faintness of his smile, an experience he
would've been thrilled to have.
Clara thinks this over, then nods wryly, lifting a hand to rest the side of her
head against her knuckles. "A mass of experiences, rather. Made a lot of good
friends though, but they're all off on their own duty assignments. What about
you? Military scholarship?"
Niko inclines his head. "I thought it was an easy way to get off-planet." His lips quirk rather wryly. "I learned. Did me a world of good, thought."
Clara's eyes dance with a fair amount of humor as she grins. "Oh? Teach you to stop cutting class to run off for that tiskizikiski sauce?"
Niko supplies, with a grin, "Tziziki. No, I learned that a bit earlier. It did help that Evinast didn't have decent tziziki, though."
"Tziziki," Clara repeats slowly, then nods. "Tziziki. Got it. Just don't ask me
to spell it. I think that hits everyone who leaves home for school, though. I
swear no one here at Copper knows how to make peas and rice worth two bits.
Still, it was a good place to go to school."
A fluffy head peers around the door. It can't be a dog, dogs aren't usually
6'8". So that pretty much leaves Riley. He glances around, attempting to
ascertain if the coast is clear.
Niko, as he's got his back to the door, doesn't see the fluffy head just yet. "Peas and rice, huh," he muses. "That's not something I've had. And it sounded last night like you all had fun... at that hotel, with the gryphons?"
Clara shakes her head, her own curls bobbing in opposing directions as she
chuckles ruefully. "Oh, fun to be sure, on leave, at least. But marching from
class to class as if you're in a drill competition every day for four years
gets old. But like you said, it did me a world of good." She peers over
Niko's head at the fluffiness and half grins. "Coast is clear, Riley. C'mon
in. You're not in my clutches till this afternoon."
Riley arrives from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Riley has arrived.
Niko turns in his chair to offer Riley a curious grin. "Hiya, Chief."
Riley glances back towards the nether regions of the medical bay as he pads in with several file folders. "After this morning, I don't think I want to run into Honalee again for at -least- twenty four hours." He waves pleasantly, "Heya' Nick." He offers the folders to Clara, "Those would be the various papers you have to sign and fill out on being named Chief of Medical Services here. I figured I'd run them over early, so you have more time to stare at them in horror and stuff them in a desk drawer until the last minute."
Clara accepts the files with a congenial nod, then proceded to indeed stare in
horror as she starts to leaf through them. "Saints add preservatives, they
don't want to know much, do they? What color are my mother's eyes? Egads."
She doesn't stuff them a drawer, but does push them to one side. "And it
breaks your heart to see someone else under a mountain of paper, right?" she
asks, grinning.
Niko eyes the stack, then shakes his head. "So much for free time," he murmurs, casting a brief look to Riley, then glancing back to Clara.
"My favorite one's the psych evaluation form." Riley notes congenially, tucking
his hands in his pockets, "I have no idea how they can evaluate someone's
psyche with a page of short answer questions, but they try. It's a fun one to
get...creative on." He grins rather wryly, "That's not a mountain, honest. If
you'd like a mountain, I'm sure I could find one for you. I have an entire
closet of delinquent paperwork. It's kind of a monument." He grins at Niko,
"See, I really -am- evil."
Niko, returning the grin, says pleasantly, "I never doubted that for an
instant, Chief. This is just more proof."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Clara rolls her eyes. "Proof indeed," she agrees. "You're a wicked and evil
man, mister. A psych evaluation, hmm?" She rifles through the files again,
talking while she looks.
Niko suggests, "So they want proof that you're actually crazy enough to take
the job?"
Riley mmhmms amiably, "It's the sage green sheet. Entirely mystifying, most of the questions are. I have no idea what toast buttering has to do with anything, but I generally add lots of remarks about the voices in my head telling not to eat toast." He grins at Niko, "That might explain it."
"Mmm...more like gullible," Clara decides, finally extracting the right sheet.
"A flipped over turtle? What are they trying to do, figure out I'm not an
android? Sheesh."
Riley grins, his expression amused and his stature that perenially relaxed
mode. "I usually save it til last, kind of a fun spot at the end of the
yearly review."
Niko, with a gesture towards the stack of paperwork, inquires of Riley, "You have to fill out all that every year, Chief? Or just the psych evaluation?"
Clara glances up from the sheet with a modicum of horror. "I have to do all
this mess yearly?" she fairly well echos Niko. "Egads. Evil, evil
bureaucrats."
Riley looks mildly apologetic, "Not -all- of it every year. But most of it." He
shakes his head at Niko, "My stack's taller, I get a whole slew of forms on
being an 'arms control agent' alone. It makes me sound like a goverment gun
runner."
Niko's brows lift. He sounds utterly serious as he says, "I almost got to see
the place where all the red tape is manufactured, but I didn't get the forms
in in time."
Clara skims over a few more of the question, snickering. "Good thing our CO did
all that paperwork for us on Cannerton. Not that I mind not carrying a
sidearm anymore...sort of at odds with the whole medical image." She peers up
at Niko, sympathetic. "I'll be they got tied up."
Riley groans quietly at Niko, shaking his head lightly, "I swear between the
two of you I'm going to go into bad joke OD. I'd probably better flee while I
still can."
Niko flashes a grin to Riley. "Oh, come on, Chief. I don't do it that often,
and Clara's been pretty good about it lately."
Clara offers a rather innocent smile, nodding affably. "I really have been,"
she agrees. "And you can't flee that far, anyway. You have checked your
calender with Anya today, right?"
Riley all but groans, nodding. His tone is rather dry as he notes, "I find it
-remarkably- suspicious that when I asked her two days ago to block in a
meeting with Tyrus Gressian she tells me I don't have any room in the
schedule for three weeks, but she can magically find time for for me to be
harassed by medical science?"
Niko shakes his head, brows briefly lifting. He manages to sound more earnest than amused as he says, again, "Chief, it really isn't -that- bad. Besides, Anya is always right. If she thinks you should be here..."
Clara mutters something about needing to take this Anya out for lunch. She spreads her hands and smiles serenely. "It really isn't," she agrees. "Look at it as a break. No paperwork, no diplomats, and I'm sure your very capable staff can hold down the fort for an hour or so, can't they?"
"Oh, they can hold down the fort," Riley grins ruefully, "And no papwerwork or
diplomats is a goodness, but an hour in which Honalee can descend to engage
in acts of random cruelty is a thing to be -feared- I tell you. The time she
wrote an involved report that implied the length of my hair was bad for my
medical state and job performance. I spent three months on the Aslan with a
crew cut..."
Clara's eyes widen in surprise as she glances towards the back hallway and the
inner sanctum of med bay offices. "A -crew cut-?" she repeats, aghast, then
shakes her head sharly. "Chief, the last thing I'm going to do is ask you to
cut your hair. I don't even see a reason for it unless there's too much to
fit under a helmet."
Niko really can't help but grin at that. "How very creative," he murmurs. Turning towards Clara, he inquires, "Would you do that?"
Clara shakes her head at Niko emphatically. "I don't have any room to talk, for
that matter."
Riley glances back towards those fearsome back offices, "You see what I mean though. The potential for great evil is there. So, naturally, I fear."
Clara shakes her head, refiling the psych form back into its folder and leaning
comfortably back in her chair. "Never mind the bit about where angels fear to
tread, huh? Okay, anything I can do for either of your exams to make you more
at ease? -Other- than cancel them?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
"Lock Hona in a closet?" Riley's mutter is quiet, but the words crisp enough to
be understood. Hopefully however, they won't carry too far. Even paranoids
know Edreeni.
Niko pauses at that, gaze sliding towards Clara. "Wait a minute. When did this
become a plural thing?" His brows have arched, and his expression is one of
mild surprise.
Clara makes a noise of mock-indignance at Riley before grinning at Niko. "Guilt
by association, m'lad. That, and I figured if I offered one Secoff a
lollipop, I'd better offer his assistant one too."
Niko considers that, and nods amiably enough. "All right. I just didn't think I
was due in here any time soon--thought that might be a bit premature." With a
dismissive gesture, he adds, "I don't really have much of a problem with
them, Clara. Necessary evil, all that."
Riley grins amiably, "Hey, if you're offering -candy-..." This is after all a man who thinks chocolate bars make an acceptable meal. His comm-unit however interrupts him, "Duty calls folks, I'll see you both in a bit."
Riley heads towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Riley has left.
Clara nods and glances at her own chrono. "Take care, Chief. Don't forget your
appointment, or I'm hunting you down with a tranq gun," she assures amiably.
She makes a face at Niko and sighs. "Physicals aren't evil. Just partially
evil, depending on who the doctor is."
Niko follows that conformity rule that states that folks must always look at
chronos when other folks do, and peers at his comm-unit. "Hey," he says
mildly, "You said partially evil. That counts."
Clara smirks and runs her hand up through her hair to push it back, although it stubbornly sproings back into its normal unruliness. "And I also said depending on the doctor. I swear kids are easier to deal with sometimes. Then again, they don't even get puns, let alone groan at them."
Niko chuckles very quietly at that. "Some kids. Depends on the patient, just
like it depends on the doctor. My nephew, for example... well, let's just say
that I'm glad I'm going to be -here- next time he has to go to the doctor.
His sister's an angel, but Sochos... no." He shakes his head, expression
quite amused.
Clara leans back, lifting her arms to lace behind her head as she grins. "A bit
of a hellion? Too bad he's not more like his uncle. You have a fair number of
siblings, then? I'm afraid I don't have any, so I'm not sure what kids are
much like other than in the professional sense."
Niko, for whatever reason, seems to find the statement that he and his nephew are not alike quite amusing, eyebrows even getting into the expression of mirth. "Four sisters. And Sochos is quite the hellion, yes. They're all hoping he grows out of it, but I'm not counting on that."
Clara chuckles, letting her eyes drift up to the ceiling. "You're not? Why not?
Are you trying to tell me that the women in your family are an influence for
riotous behavior?"
Niko shakes his head. "Quite the opposite, with the exception of my youngest
sister. She'll likely encourage him. She's the one who picked out this," he
adds, with a gentle tug on his t-shirt. "And I'm not quite sure why I think
he'll stay the way he is. Instinct? Something like that. It'll make life more
interesting for the folks back home, at least."
Clara considers the shirt for a moment, then nods approvingly. "I like it," she
comments. "And making life interesting for your family is always a good
thing. Keeps 'em on their toes." Of course, she's not adding that's why she
went to boarding school from the age of twelve on.
Niko nods his agreement to that. "And perpetually looking over their
shoulders," he murmurs. Of course, he's not adding that his own hellion days
were only exacerbated by his boarding school experience. "I just don't want
them to be bored. That's all." His smile is utter innocence. Such concern for
his family--how commendable.
Clara pulls her arms down and tilts her head, slightly smiling, but watching you very curiously. After a moment, she comments, "Why am I getting a hunch that you did your part in keeping folks on their toes for a time, too?"
Niko considers that for a moment. "Because you're perceptive?" he suggests,
with a ghost of a smile.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Riley arrives from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Riley has arrived.
Riley returns, bearing in hand yet -more- paperwork. This however he does not
attempt to foist off on anyone. He's not the paperwork fairy, he's just one
of its minions. "Sorry, the big mail ship came in. Customs'll have its hands
full all day, but it'll be worth it."
Clara hrms, grin brightening slightly. "I've been told that, yes," she agrees
with Niko. "It's certainly an intriguing hunch." She glances at the door as
it slides open again, worry crossing her face until the paperwork stays with
Riley. "Welcome back. You're the mail clerk too?"
Riley tucks the thick folder under one arm, leaning against something
convinient. "Not as such, but when a parcel ship comes we have to check in
for bombs and illegal imports and all that. With the Interegnuum the mails
were a bit off to the Complex. So this ship's more heavily loaded than most.
I'm sure people'll be pleased it's here though, even if it does tie customs
up into a massive snarl."
Niko waved to Riley when he came in, really. "Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet
nor bombs, eh, Chief?" He grins amiably, gaze flicking briefly to his
comm-unit.
Clara thinks this over and grimaces, leaning forward to tap a note into her
planner on her terminal. "Have analgesics ready for customs shift end," she
mutters. "Those folks are gonna have headaches from here to the Horsehead
Nebula." She laughs at Niko's quote and nods. "The security man always rings
twice," she agrees. "Everything okay, then?"
"First rule in preventing armed uprisings in any military or semi-military
instillation," Riley offers with a wry smile, "Get the mail in as soon as
possible, and don't mess it up." He mmhmms, "Everything's fine, just chaotic.
And chaos comes standard equipped."
Niko murmurs lightly, "From chaos comes creation."
Clara quirks her brows at Niko sagely. "Or from creation comes chaos, depending
on whose parents you ask?"
Riley glances from Niko to Clara and back again, "Why am I suddenly glad I
never had kids?" He grins.
Niko flashes a bright, amused grin to Clara. "I'll have to remember that one." He peers at Riley, then says candidly, "Chief, that would be scary."
Clara nods in complete agreement, successfully holding back a snicker. And a Milky Way, too. "Little Addisons all over the place. That's frightening."
Riley snickers quietly, nodding his own agreement to Niko's assertion, "I'll stick
to a Godkid, a niece and two nephews. That's much more fun. I can spoil and
then flee. Not to mention it makes wonderful revenge." To Clara he notes,
"There's enough of us already, yes."
Niko snaps his fingers at Riley's comment. "That's right. I need to find those Sectassian rhythm sets for the twins, speaking of spoiling and revenge."
Clara simply listens with interest, hands folded placidly. "Is that what kidlets are good for? Hmm. Maybe I need to borrow someone's for a day."
Niko suggests to Clara, "If she could get him here, I'm sure Nacippe'd love to
have you steal Sochos. For longer than a day, even. Poor lady needs a
-break-, from what Losi's letters have said."
Riley is endlessly helpful, "Anya's got one. You could borrow her. Anya
-really- loves it if you take said kidling puddlehopping after the spring
rains, you know when it's all muddy?"
Rhys arrives from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Rhys has arrived.
Niko casts an amused look at Riley. "Evil," he proclaims. "More proof."
Rhys stops a salute to Riley on memory, but salutes Clara neatly. Blinking at
the crowd, his normal demeanor shows a brief puzzlement, and even
tentativeness
Clara looks definitely interested. "Really? That is always fun, too. I could
teach the kid how to play the drums, too, for that matter." And have Anya
drop an anvil on her discreetly. She peers past the men and starts to rise
and automatically return the salute, then stares. "Rhys Valinson..." she
murmurs, stunned.
Rhys nods. "Yes, ma'am. I have to arrange a time for a new flight physical,
ma'am." From his careful look at the medic, he has not forgotten her, either,
but he had more time to anticipate the meeting
Niko's brows lift eloquently at Clara's reaction, and he peers with interest at
the newcomer.
You communicated "See, Chief, -that's- the haircut you need." to Riley.
Riley nods to Niko pleasantly, "Card carrying force for evil, that'd be me." He
waves a polite greeting to Rhys, his chocolate colored eyebrows lifting at
the interplay between pilot and medic.
Your ear receiver beeps, followed by Riley's voice, "Nick, you -really- are
itching to guard grass, aren't you? *chuckle*"
Niko winces, for some reason, and shoots a look at Riley.
You communicated "Ack. Okay, forget I said that." to Riley.
Clara clears her throat and straightens the rest of the way, eyes still on the young pilot. "If you ma'am me again, Lieutenant, I'm going to toss a scanner at you. Since when did you stop calling me Clara?" she asks, stepping around the desk and coming forward to extend a hand. "You look good." She glances back and grins. "Sorry guys...Rhys and I went to school together."
Rhys clasps her hand in return, grinning. "Since you rank me, Clara - and ever
since I almost didn't get these," he indicates his rank tabs, "for not
treating a friend 'with the dignity appropriate to their rank.'" The pilot
nods to Riley, with a grin. "Ask him. He had to threaten me to stop the
salutes, so you're one better"
Riley offers Niko a dazzlingly innocent smile, it would -almost- be believable
if it weren't for the twinkle of amusement in his flecked brown eyes. He ahhs
to Clara, "It's a small galaxy, isn't it?" He grins at Rhys, "You could
threaten him anyhow, Clara."
Niko can't help but grin in response to Riley's smile, though he clearly doesn't
believe the innocence for a moment. To Rhys, he says pleasantly, "I don't
believe we've met, sir. Nick Casymed." He shoots the others a look, perhaps
in the hopes that they'll leave off the frightening recitation of his full
name.
Clara smirks at Riley, shaking her head. "Why? You're a lot more fun to
threaten, Chief," she explains, then winks at Niko, not about to attempt his
full name, before explaining to Rhys, "I can make an appointment for you,
certainly. I've got another appointment coming up shortly, though," she
explains.
Rhys nods to Niko. "Rhys Valinson," he smiles. "A pleasure to meet you." Then
the pilot looks over at Clara, "Not too long, I hope? My current one expires
in a week or two..."
Oh look, what's that? It's a possible method of escape, "Surely the Lieutenants -flight- exam is a rush thing..." Riley has not yet learned to give up, see.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Clara shoots Riley a look and shakes her head. "Nice try," she mutters and pinches Rhys's cheek. "You're as adorable, if procrastinating, as ever. Indira was nuts to let you get away." She heads back to her desk and bends to tap at her terminal. "How about tomorrow, Rhys? About this time?"
Rhys ducks his head, with a smile. "Thank you, I think. Tomorrow will be fine, yes." He holds up his hands to Riley, with an innocent expression; as if to say, 'Sorry, but... you want /me/ to argue with /her/?'
Riley can't fault Rhys, Clara is the one weilding ultimate power in the form of
medical procedures involving words ending in such things as -eculum, and
-otomy. "I'd step in here and make a joke about posting a memo about
procrastination, and then putting it off, but I'd bee stooping to the level
of these two," he gestures towards Niko and Clara, "And their host of bad
jokes."
Niko says mildly, "I make -one- bad joke..."
Rhys chuckles softly. "Not my fault," he avers. "We gave her a joke book one
year."
Clara mutters something about procrastination being the better part of valor,
then grins up. "Which I still have," she adds with a wink, then straightens
slowly and tugs at her lab coat, eyes falling on Riley pleasantly. "Guess
what, Chief."
Riley grins at Niko, offering a mildly apologetic look. "Maybe you're just
falling in with bad company is all." He hmms at Rhys, "Did that help an..."
He trails off at Clara's words, a sense of dread suddenly dropping onto him
like a ton of bricks wrapped in orange ribbon, "You've decided to let me off
the hook?" Last ditch efforts still must be made.
Rhys looks puzzled at this last exchange. What could possibly..?
Niko starts to get to his feet, the better to clear out of the medbay. "Have
fun, Chief. I'm on duty before all that much longer, so I'd better go find a
uniform." He grins suddenly. "Though it'd be fun to see Anya's reaction to
this." He gestures vaguely to his shirt.
Clara steps around the desk and squeezes Niko's shoulder on the way past,
protesting, "That'd make a great uniform. Very...cheerful. Grab a seat if
you'd like, Rhys. There's a fair approximation of coffee in the synthesizer."
she offers, then comes to grin down at Riley, albeit not far. "Nope. Up and
at 'em, soldier. It's time."
Rhys pauses before pouring. "If you don't mind, Chief...?"
Riley is briefly distracted from his impending doom by contemplation of Anya's reaction to Niko's shirt. "You really ought to try it some time, but when I can watch. She'd be so distressed..." He sighs quietly at Clara, clambering to his feet. "Vicious woman." He shakes his head at Rhys, "Not in the slightest. You can keep an eye out for Chief Honalee trying to descend on me."
Rhys grins, pouring a mug of the coffee. "Sir, yes, sir."
Niko offers a grin to Riley. "Later, when you can watch. Gotcha, Chief. Next time I get a morning off, or something--and no, that wasn't a shameless plug. Have fun, folks." Lifting a hand, he heads for the exit.
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.