Ambassador Razin sprinted down the corridor, skidding around a corner and careening off of a rather burly marine that he hurled some quick apologies towards before he slowed to a stop, catching his breath at the doors to the upper levels of the Klash.
He steeled himself for what was going to be a very hard night, he'd been trying to avoid dealing with issues for a long time, taking as many far flung diplomatic missions as he could, keeping himself away, busy. But that was the dark thing about Christmas... it had a habit of drawing people back home... of forcing them to deal with family and loved ones... even if that meant dealing with the pain there too.