Turning True Blue

[Markam]

As Elizabeth entered the room, John at first did not bother to turn to face her, knowing his visage was a touch on the intimindating side, he found it best to avoid staring at guests as they made the short walk - A good 5 seconds worth at a brisk pace, walking alongside the bar area to the right, and a pole placed upon a small circular platform, heaven knows what it was used for, on the rleft - to the space where guests are to set themselves, else the tone of the meeting will be dictated by that initial 5 seconds of intimidation.

As Elizabeth made her way to the sofa area, John, sitting on the single-seat sofa closest to his desk and opposite a 2-seat, where guests tended to sit, separated a coffee table - mostly used for tea - occupied his attention with a small bushel of papers, the contents of which were irrelevant.

With the salute and greeting, John turned his attention to the guest. First impressions were mixed, on the one hand, the commander was smart, easy on the eyes, and exhumed an radiant source of energy. On the other, John felt that the seemingly bubbly aura put out by the commander masked an eccentricity that bordered on barking, and John was wary to put someone not one hundred percent stable on a position of immense pressure and weight.

"At ease, Captain." As John spoke, he attempted to gauge the reaction of Elizabeth, who was at present still a commander. "Oh, do excuse me, getting a little ahead of myself. Take a seat and we can start." John gestured to the 2-seat sofa as he spoke.

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