Snippet #2545979

Dominique had already arrived yesterday, but that day only included a guided tour around the ship and making herself at home in what now was her room. She was already sick of it. This was not what she had imagined doing when studying so hard. She was happy that they gave her a second chance, but why did it have to be here of all places? She would have been happier if it was just a normal police station on earth. Today she got to work however, that made her feel a little better. But she still couldn't sleep after taking her medication so she had been at the desk since way too early in the morning but she liked to have something to do again. It made her feel like someone again.

She was just moving things around on the desk since she didn't have much to do, she had already done everything they had asked her to prepare, when she saw someone moving at the corner of her eyes. The excitement she felt at the beginning since she guessed she would get to do something again quickly died when she saw who it was. The last person she wanted to meet in here, Butch Hertz. At first she felt like standing up and walking out of there but that was mostly her tiredness that was speaking. She didn't feel like dealing with him right now. She wasn't prepared to deal with this now. But this was work and work required her to give him assistance and then she had to do it, so she sat there and met his eyes when he stopped in front of the glass.

"Dominique"

If this was anywhere else but at her work desk, at any other time, maybe - just maybe she would have gotten happy hearing him call her name once again. In person, not over the phone - she stopped listening to the messages a long time ago. They were pretty much the same anyway. Well to be honest she would most certain had gotten happy. But now she was at work, and that smirk didn't help at all. It created a really unpleasant itch on the inside and she wanted to tell him off for doing it, but she didn't have the influence required to do that. She did try to stay professional and not get upset but she couldn't help the annoyed wrinkle that showed up on her forehead.

"How did you get on Morus? If you really wanted to talk, you could just answered my calls. Did you just desire my presence so much you requested to join?"

As calm as she could she tried to respond with a smile but her voice was still as chilly as it was many years ago, "I'm here to work not talk, if I had any other opinion I would not have come here. But they wanted me to try once again at this place so you just have to put up with that I'm also here at the moment. I have no intention to trouble you and how you choose to spend your time and I hope that you will show me the same respect."

The smile had disappeared quickly into the statement but she put it on once again while dying on the inside, this made her rot on the inside. She was supposed to be at his level by now but no... It felt like a loss and she hated it, it made her almost spit out the last words. "So... what can I do for you Mr. Hertz?"