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"We are hardly romantics." Hanley replied, taking a sip of her drink, the ice rattling in the glass as she placed it down on the desk. The desk was the only somewhat nice thing in the office, furnished from a deep red evergreen type wood, from a fine Langaran Pine.

"The Aerilonians age this in cedar barrels, so it has a distinct bitter note, but is otherwise quite good." The Admiral said, looking down to the glass.

"Quite expensive too." She said, looking back to Kinara, before standing up from her chair, and walking away. She let the dark blue uniform jacket slide off her shoulders, exposing the light blue shirt she was wearing under it. Then she moved to unbutton the shirt, pulling it from her pants and sliding the shirt, and the coat over a coat-hanger, where she placed it into a locker.

Now she was wearing her dark blue uniform pants, and a dark brown, and grey double tank top.

Two other things could be noticed by the keen observer, a barcode tattooed on the nape of Hanley's neck, obscured mostly by her hair, but revealed as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. There was a second tattoo on her right shoulder.

Hexagonal dogtags glinted in the light of the ready room as Hanley moved back into the chair. "I'm not into women." Hanley added flatly, she knew what Kinara was after.

"I want to know more about your ship, and these clones."