[ Hiding is what La'an has always done. It's part of her self-preservation instinct to tuck away her vulnerability beneath professionalism, rarely allowing even her closest friends to get a peek under her mask. People are difficult for her in more ways than one, and trust is a hard-won thing for her.
It's still somewhat strange to think of her captain as one of those friends. The idea has taken some getting used to over the months she's served aboard the Enterprise, but in the end, it was an easy adjustment to make. From her first mission when he'd offered her a commission despite her deception, she's known she can trust Chris, both to be a good captain and a good person. Her loyalty to Starfleet and the chain of command isn't what has her responding immediately to his summons, it's her loyalty to him.
Standing from the couch where she'd been sitting for who knows how long, she carefully sets the watch on the glass coffee table before moving quickly to the door. There's no hesitation as she opens it, already offering her assistance before he's in her sight. ]
Of course, Captain, what can I— [ The words cut off as her eyes catch on the plate in his hands, a confused frown furrowing her brow. ] Are those... brownies?
pike and food <3
It's still somewhat strange to think of her captain as one of those friends. The idea has taken some getting used to over the months she's served aboard the Enterprise, but in the end, it was an easy adjustment to make. From her first mission when he'd offered her a commission despite her deception, she's known she can trust Chris, both to be a good captain and a good person. Her loyalty to Starfleet and the chain of command isn't what has her responding immediately to his summons, it's her loyalty to him.
Standing from the couch where she'd been sitting for who knows how long, she carefully sets the watch on the glass coffee table before moving quickly to the door. There's no hesitation as she opens it, already offering her assistance before he's in her sight. ]
Of course, Captain, what can I— [ The words cut off as her eyes catch on the plate in his hands, a confused frown furrowing her brow. ] Are those... brownies?