Maji couldn't parse the doctor's words exactly, but it wasn't hard to guess what kind of questions she might be asking. Probably wondering what she was doing there, and why she had no escort. [color=#B57EDC]"Mrawp,"[/color] she chirped, as if to say [color=#B57EDC][i]nope, it's just me[/i].[/color] Standing up from behind the desk, she faced away from the doctor and arranged her arms into an amusing caricature of how one might (very poorly) handle an assault rifle—emitting a quiet, but uncannily accurate sound from her mouth. She then dove back behind the desk, as if to take cover from this imaginary sentry, and peeked back over it again, looking meaningfully at Lea as if to say [color=#B57EDC][i]you get it, right?[/i][/color]

	Maji had had only one run-in with the draught sentries, in the which one had smacked her with the butt of his rifle simply for appearing to be more afraid of Dr. Dirk's bodyguard than she was of one of them. The other "offender," the bald Tulak, had narrowly talked his way out of trouble himself.

	Having been beckoned to sit, Maji sat, not really sure what to expect. When next Lea turned to face her, she'd made her skin partially translucent, like she always did during her regular checkups. [color=#B57EDC]"Mrrp?"[/color] she trilled curiously, as Lea returned with a fine-toothed comb rather than a syringe. Then, her eyes lit up. [color=#B57EDC][i]Wait, wait! Is this that 'social grooming' thing humans do? It is! This means we really are friends, right![/i][/color] She grinned from ear to ear, happily swinging her bleeding legs to and fro while Lea worked. She'd made a friend. [i]Mission accomplished.[/i]

	Before she could get too comfortable, though, she heard familiar footsteps coming uncomfortably close. She let out a low, growl-like gurgle as her skin-mucus turned black again, her whole body tensed and ready to... well, who knew? However, Lea seemed to recognize the intruding engineer, so any hostility she might have otherwise shown to their unexpected company quickly turned into mere petulance at having been interrupted. Catching a glimpse of a fellow Sapishte, her eyes again lit with excitement briefly, before realizing that she'd accidentally left her cat ears on, and everyone was giving her funny looks. As her ears quickly slid down the sides of her head to where they should be, she turned her gaze away. Everything about her pouting face wanted to say [color=#B57EDC][i]I meant to do that![/i][/color] but her blush betrayed her mistake.