[ Talking does work a little more to Dundee's advantage. Tech and text was Aberdeen's purview; the voice and the way it could demand attention was most certainly his. When the lift doors open, they open to reveal Aberdeen — barefoot and very much unclothed in the same manner that the video feed over the Network had posed her to be. She has her trusty satchel slung over her shoulder and when she steps forward out into the corridor, she lets it fall to the floor just outside the mouth of the lift.
Aberdeen comes close, then closer, then closest; so close that she practically has to strain her neck back in order to still look Dundee in the eye, the open zip of her jacket brushing agains the front of that ridiculous uniform. Her expression is as unreadable as it normally is, though there is something focused and intent in her eyes. Maybe she's got something to prove or maybe she's just glad to see him or maybe she thinks the lecture isn't really necessary. ]
action; DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GO THERE? DO YOU?
Aberdeen comes close, then closer, then closest; so close that she practically has to strain her neck back in order to still look Dundee in the eye, the open zip of her jacket brushing agains the front of that ridiculous uniform. Her expression is as unreadable as it normally is, though there is something focused and intent in her eyes. Maybe she's got something to prove or maybe she's just glad to see him or maybe she thinks the lecture isn't really necessary. ]
Ian, [ Aberdeen says. ] Say hello.