Blind Date

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Even if Nebraska's body was moving towards the exit, her mind was somewhere far far away. She was far enough to not notice a tall dark haired man with a way too official suit saying something to her in first time. It took about two seconds for her mind return to the body and absorb all the new information from the current world. It took her about two seconds to realize, that someone is trying to start a conversation with her. Wake up, you moron! and Nebraska gasped as the reply to some words the stranger said to her. She glanced at the man. What the hell does he want from me? The stranger was looking at her with questioning look. Then her brain finally calculated all the data and gave the results. That is that guy, you fool. She felt awkward.

- Erm... yes. Are you, by any chance, Lt. Commander James Arland from Bretonian Armed Forces, Fifth Fleet?

She felt awkward again, probably realizing that there was no need to say his full title.

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