With her hands still folded behind her back, Daisy regarded the abstract holopainting afixed to one wall of the office. It was the same image one might find in a thousand offices like it on Earth and in ships alike. Squinting her eyes along the lines, the captain corrected herself. Perhaps one of the benefits of the Confederacy was its support of independent spirits. That extended to artists and, she thought, maybe this starliner boasted things like this a shade more refined than the copious prints that were mirrored on similar screens in places like the Academies.
The screen made a soft tone, indicating that the security expert had an incoming call. It would have been polite to excuse herself, but for no reason in particular Daisy decided she was not finished with their conversation. Ignoring the tone, she strolled along the wall and replied.
"I see. They really have pulled out all the stop to make Stellar's mission a success, haven't they? Intelligence operatives with combat experience rarely run commercial from what little I've gathered about it. I wonder what Cork offered to make it worth it to you...?" She let the question trail into the air, not particularly caring if the woman chose not to answer it.
She read in the hung head the same feeling she herself knew well: displaced aboard a ship this large, in a role that was not as exciting as she might have hoped. Folding her arms, she dropped a hip onto the edge of the woman's desk, picking up a stylus and twirling it through her fingers absently.
"Did you bring your own team with you, or is that new to you also?"
Half of Daisy's attention remained in the conversation, curious to know more about the woman. The other half of her mind was turning over what she had already said. Delphi-XIII should be a relatively peaceful stop, unless one counted aggressive acts of celebration as a crime. Her mouth quirked up again in a half-smirk, but she cleared her throat and schooled her face. "Let's hope the natives are not too restless, then. I'd hate to die before settling my accounts."
She ran her eyes over the desk, taking in any details she could about the woman who sat behind it. Security was everywhere, and while it might seem like there was little use to them, a spare set of hands or someone willing to visit the less attractive engineering spaces of the ship during an emergency could always come in handy.
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