[ The uniform catches her attention from across the room in the Community Hall. It's not a design she's familiar with, but Starfleet is constantly making upgrades and slight adjustments for different stations, so it's easy to assume this must be one such situation. Blue is what grabs her eye, the exact shade one she'd recognize anywhere, and the delta on his chest is like a weight lifting from her chest.
James is here, and she's so grateful to have him back in her life, but this man is Starfleet. He's part of the only family she has left, and it doesn't matter that she's never set eyes on him before.
Quickly crossing the space between them, her combat uniform stands out like a beacon among the others in the Hall, and the phaser rifle hanging at her side isn't exactly nondescript. ]
You're a sight for sore eyes, sir. [ It's a slightly more collegial greeting than she might usually employ, attempting to bridge the gap between personable and deferential until she can confirm her reading of the man's rank given the uniform differences. ] Lieutenant La'an Noonien-Singh. Have you just arrived?
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James is here, and she's so grateful to have him back in her life, but this man is Starfleet. He's part of the only family she has left, and it doesn't matter that she's never set eyes on him before.
Quickly crossing the space between them, her combat uniform stands out like a beacon among the others in the Hall, and the phaser rifle hanging at her side isn't exactly nondescript. ]
You're a sight for sore eyes, sir. [ It's a slightly more collegial greeting than she might usually employ, attempting to bridge the gap between personable and deferential until she can confirm her reading of the man's rank given the uniform differences. ] Lieutenant La'an Noonien-Singh. Have you just arrived?