It took some time to reach the conference room, CS paced himself with Doctor Holliday to ensure his escorting was sufficiently maintained through the crowds and corridors of the communal spaces, seeing Doctor Holliday observe his space around him was easily cued as being aware of one's space. A familiar action...
As CS reached the entrance of office, he placed has palm over the control panel of the entrance, although gloved it recognized his presence and bestowed a makeshift conference room upon opening. "We usually reserve these rooms for internal discussions and local council meetings, it's less likely to be bugged than with our diplomatic rooms..." He said with confidence as he was highlighting potential previous experiences. A basic steel dining table was set in the centre, likely stopped off a military ship with a few mess hall chairs. Thankfully it was accompanied by a welcoming stack of beverage filled boxes on some storage shelves and workbench counters... But there she was again, she was last seen about to depart as soon as CS and Doctor Holliday left the bar, how she got here without being seen during their route to the conference room was done without a whisper. The helmeted figure finishing up her arrangement of data-padds and various goods on the table, quietly pacing around
"I'd like you to meet--""Hello Doctor Holliday... I am Doctor Forlorn Hope." It was as blunt as could be and without hesitation, not an interruption but a seamless continuation of his sentence. She kept her hands behind her back, stood at the end of the table observing doctor Holliday at the bar, a seemingly alluring position for himself. She gazed on with her helmet's muted purple visor and her flight suit is also fully concealing herself too just like CS, although several markings and embroidery on her suit is slightly different.
CS in the meantime looked over the arranged documents on the table, circling around it before sliding out a seat from the table. Just as he was about to sit down, the question of identity was brought forward, forcing him to hesitate and address Doctor Holliday immediately. "... Our seclusion is much preferred. In my honest words, bad secrets are to be taken to their grave for good efforts to justly flourish. It would be better for yours and my wellbeing if you didn't know... If my compatriots can tolerate it, I ask if you do the same." Spoken with true deflection like a politician, but without the self-praise that comes with that position, but his insistence felt as if the room itself was drowned out by his words; calm yet captivating.
Both Civil Servant and Doctor Hope placed themselves on one side of the table, leaving a pair of empty chairs on the other for Doctor Holliday to choose."Whenever you're comfortable Doctor, we may begin."
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