[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
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[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Harper's Quarters -> Outside Lounge -> En route to Conference Room[/center][hr]

[b][color=17A589]"Carla."[/color][/b] The terse statement interrupted the pilot's strangling of her surname. She involuntarily shivered at the use of the word ma'am. [i][color=17A589]I'll take opportunists with blackened hearts over polite military sycophants any day.[/color][/i] She made an aside glance to the offer of fruit and shook her head. Breaking her fast on strawberries put her off fruit for the day. [b][color=17A589]"I'm fine. Grab a cuppa if it suits you."[/color][/b] They turned a corner as Harper cut through the pleasantries and asked what was on his mind. Carla took a moment to ponder.

Espionage often broke itself down to the right gamble at the right place. Less blackjack and more Russian Roulette. Proper preparations removed bullets. The wrong word to the wrong person added frustrating unknowns. Or it could turn a light to the obscured. [b][color=17A589]"I wanted to speak about your record. Specifically what Conduct Unbecoming of an Officer entails. I noticed they didn't include gentleman. Oversight? Is that still a thing?"[/color][/b] She asked the last question to herself, almost. She cast a side long glance at him as they entered the lounge. Carla considered herself an amateur study of the eye. Guilt and innocence were frames of mind that let themselves known if one studied close enough. The record was sparse and Carla hand't given it a thorough look. She wanted to do so with the man in question. It saved time.

She stepped up to a shut door, made a puzzled expression, and waved at the scanner to accept her entrance. The buzzer sounded off in annoyance and continued to glare out red. Carla sighed and shut her eyes. [b][color=17A589]"We can do this at the conference room. Quinn never uses it anyway."[/color][/b] She didn't acknowledge his request for a quid pro quo. Carla briefly wondered at why it was secured but pushed the question out of her mind. One thing at a time.