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Doreen found herself both flattered and confused. Christopher was someone she enjoyed being around and found his friendship pleasant but her mind, for a moment, went back to a time when she befriended a Red Hessian pilot so as to help find her lost father only to find herself in an escape pod somewhere in the radiation fields of Omega 41 over 8 months pregnant. Yes, this was different but still, her defenses went up. "Give it more time," her conscience told her. But the idea of a father figure for Benjen sounded nice. She also knew that guests were restricted where she had her quarters. She at least wanted to allow him to see her son just once. She felt that she owed him that.
"Listen," she said quietly, "I need to feed him first and well, I feed him naturally." She had a moment of embarrassment at "feed him naturally." "I also need to figure out how to allow you......", she said and stopped abruptly as she then stood up. She then walked over to her friend behind the bar and then she walked over to the Klingon guard and said quietly to him, "In about a half hour, allow my friend to visit my quarters but say nothing to anyone."
He replied to her equally quiet, "I could be in trouble for this. What do I get?"
She just smiled and kissed him on the cheek just below his ear, "First, you get my gratitude. Second, the bar tab for you and your guards will um....disappear."
The guard just nodded, "I see nothing."
She then returned behind the bar, mixed Christopher another drink, grabbed her overcoat and then returned to the table where she placed the drink beside him. She then tucked something in his closed hand and quietly walked out after whispering, "I need a half hour." She then disappeared.
When Christopher would finally look in his hand, he would find a bar slip, "Room 817, Deck 12."
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