[u]Kayle[/u]

Kay approached just after she spotted one Tok’ra whisper to the female, the one who had addressed Landry before. It seemed there was some uneasiness about their greeting and that wasn’t good with impression. She knew it was her job to aid in settling the mood and hopefully make the base’s guests feel less unnerved, which was a good time to practice out her Goa’uld learning. Thankfully the races the program interacted with most were on the top of her need to know list, namely Goa’uld for Tok’ra and Jaffa allies. 

“Tal ma'te.Tal mal'tiak mal we'ia.” Kay said in heavily accented but passable Goa’uld. 

The woman smiled at the greeting and replied in English. [i]”The honour is all mine.”[/i]

Kayle’s face warmed at the Tok’ra’s usage of English, even if the language itself wasn’t her first, as she fought down her excitement. It was likely easily spotted but she continued to keep it in check in order to maintain a professional outlook for the base and its inhabitants. That was one of her main duties. Pleasure and selfish desires took second place after all. 
 
“Very kind of you to say.” She answered the Tok’ra, being polite, then turned to where the male Tok’ra was looking at. It wasn’t hard, even if she wasn’t a Mossad agent and part of her training, to try to figure out his line of thinking. In a less formal tone, Kay then added a neutral comment. “It takes some getting use.” 

Her attention shifted when she realized something very terrible. She doubted she would be able to escort both groups together and there wasn’t a way to complete both tasks at once. It was regrettably beyond her limits, much to her bitterness, while she turned to Lieutenant Brown for aid. 

"Sir, General Landry asked me to escort the Tok’ra to their quarters. The Jaffa contingent needs an escort still, and I don't think General Landry wanted them left alone,” Kay tried to keep herself from displaying the wince tearing at her failure at meeting her goals and retain a steady voice, “They might see it as…rude. Would you be willing to see them to their quarters for me, sir?" 
 
Once Lieutenant Brown started to lead the Jaffa towards their room, Kayle waited until they were a few steps ahead, ensuring there was some reasonable distance between them before she started to walk. Afterwards, she aimed to swing by her quarters just to drop off her weapons and maybe try eating again. After hearing about the programs luck when it came to foreign races and some of the prior events, even though they might’ve been rumors, she didn’t like taking risks. It would only be a matter of time before a single scheduled arrival became a false one, in her mind at least, and seemed like a plausible reason to request permission wearing her weapons as a precaution.

“I hope you two will be comfortable while waiting for the ship and perhaps- once you’re settle in- you might like a small tour of the base?” Kay asked, her focus on a friendly conversation might aid her in knowing them a bit better or at least provide a friendly face here. 

While she led her group towards their quarters, the Second Lieutenant didn’t comment on the difficulty both races were likely having or in fact mentioned the Jaffa at all. It was a miracle-in her opinion-they hadn’t attempted to hurt each other in this close proximity yet. Like in some human groups, or Tau’ri as they were commonly called by the two groups, there was a slight bitterness towards each other. Something she noted right off the bat when the woman stepped forward and avoided touching the Jaffa during her greeting. Instead she tried to keep her focus fixed on her current charges, ignoring that flutter of disappointment in herself because she couldn’t escort both groups.