[b][center]Silvias Private Quarters[/center][/b]


	On the sofa, Silvia laid curled up in a ball with her com in her lap having dozed off to sleep. It had been a long day already and little did she know it was about to get a lot longer. Slowly she was roused by a series of complaints and curses coming from the main door of her quarters. Rubbing her eyes slightly, thinking she may have just been dreaming before she realized that it wasn’t the sleep talking, it was Ailen. He was the last person she wanted to deal with right then; rising from her place and stretching slightly as she prepared to lay into fully this time until she heard that he needed help. Sighing deeply she began to walk over to the door, hearing what he had to say groaning inwardly at his words. She pushed the panel and the door slid open, she looked down at him and rolled her eyes.

	“Seriously man?” she snapped before leaning down and taking a look at the mess he was in. “Okay, I’ll help you but you are going to shut up and listen,” she said as sat down on her knees to take a closer look. “One, shut up with your rabble. I don’t know what the hell you think you feel but if it is pushing you to lie to someone that shit ain’t love,” she snapped as she examined his nose for a moment before placing her hands on either side and snapping it back into place, not bothering to be gentle. “Tilt your head back,” she said quickly as she turned to look into her quarters and one of her bags moved over to her and landed next to her.  

“So lay off the wounded soldier bullshit and stop feeling sorry for yourself,” she added as she grabbed a medic kit she kept with her from the bag, opening it up and pulling out a small splint for his nose before taping it into place. She could have healed him to a point but right now she felt no sympathy for him. She was angry, she was hurt and she had already pushed herself too far helping him earlier. For all she knew this was another ruse to get her attention. He wanted attention, he was going to get it but it wasn’t going to be the warm and fuzzy type.  If he wanted her to trust him again it was going to take a lot more than some sappy apology.  Silvia was quick to give trust, but once someone broke it, it took moving heaven and hell for her to let it be repaired. 

“Come on twinkle toes, get inside,” she said as she began to pick up the pieces of his arm and her bag before walking into the room and tossing the pieces like they were junk down on the table in front of the couch. Sitting down she began to look over the pieces and perked a brow. “This thing is way out dated; I am surprised it lasted as long as it has. Even the tech we have on Earth is way more advanced than this,” she said taking on a less angered voice and one that was more work related.  “Let me guess, you haven’t adapted to it yet have you?” she said as she looked over to him and motioned for him to come over to her. “Come here, I need to check your link up port in your shoulder,” she said as she patted the couch next to her. 

[b][center]Mor Of The Altenia Tower[/center][/b]

Craig had heard what Ailen had said and made a mental note of it. He didn’t like the twins either. They were better than Tristan but there were too many unexplained black outs in the security cams around Tristans quarters for him not to have come to the conclusion that they were sneaking him to see him from time to time. There were rumors of some relationship between the Twins and Tristan but it was mostly joked about since no one believed that anyone, even two as demented as the Twins, could be involved with an ass like Tristan.

As he made his way back into the Mor he eyed them and they suddenly froze, like they had been discussing something, before going back to work; the woman who had taken over lead security while Craig was away stepped away from the monitor. She had kept others away so she had been the only one to see Ailens break down outside of Silvias room and her coming out to help him.  She decided to keep it to herself and just erase the data. She felt he had been through enough that evening, it was already all through the tower about the kiss and the accident. She felt it was not something that needed to be on record. It served no purpose other than embarrassment. It seemed thankful for Ailen that she was all business.

Craig took a seat and sat back in the chair, rubbing his face slightly. [i]That man needs to get his shit together,[/i] he thought to himself before going back to taking care of what he was actually paid to do.  Running through the logs he needed to find another second in command of security on the temp until Ailen was back in the game. There was no one on Altenia that could do the job, so he reached out to Earth since it was Silvias home planet, hoping they had someone they could spare for a few days and could get out there this evening on the next transport.