[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Infirmary -> Tristan's Quarters[/center][hr][hr]

Watching Tristan closely as he spat back at him, Fisher felt every urge to sock the man across the jaw. He'd essentially dreamed about it since day one, he doubted anyone else had ever had the guts to do something, and if it wouldn't be such a sure-fire way to lose his job, he'd likely have done it by now. The other part of him wanted to insist he stay there simply out of spite, Tom had never particularly appreciated being ordered about or undermined by Tristan, he didn't respect the man, felt no need or desire to follow his orders, he'd take any chance he could to subvert them.

It was, however, Crisna, who convinced him otherwise. His eyes settling on her as she poked her head around the corner. He saw the look in her eyes, it was one he got from time to time when people wanted Tristan elsewhere and Tom had the ability to do it, something which happened more often than not, surprisingly. He sighed as he looked down at Tristan, pausing with a blank expression at the smaller man's failure to seem imposing. Tom was - as his friends in the security team tended to refer to him - a slab of muscle, looking down at Tristan's attempt to intimidate him was worth a laugh more than anything.

Sighing in an exasperated manner, Tom nodded. [b][color=0D6D83]"Alright, Debute, you can leave. I'll have my officers and I make sure you get comfortably settled up in your room."[/color][/b] The tone to his voice made it clear that any attempt to seem imposing had drastically failed, and as he led Tristan out of his room, the pair of officers outside met him. Sending out a brief message, when they got to the elevator, his Second-in-command Jackson was waiting, arms crossed, as they all flanked Tristan in the elevator, heading up to his floor and leading him into his room. Tom had deliberately picked his largest officers, and with the men surrounding Tristan, he figured the man would feel at least somewhat inadequate, mission accomplished.

As Tristan moved into his room, Tom cleared his throat. [b][color=0D6D83]"The investigation shouldn't take too long, Debute, but until then i'll make sure you've got everything you need up here."[/color][/b] He said with a smile, reaching over to the console by the door and inputting his override, closing and locking it as he left both of his guards outside along with Jackson, a satisfied smirk on his face as he moved back to the elevator.