[Strange, isn't it? That she could be anywhere in the Station, and yet here she is: exactly where he expects to find her.
The bridge is quiet, as empty today as the day of his hatching. She is waiting for him at its center, the toe of her left boot consciously at the very nexus of the room. There's a pleasure to that - the exactness of it. She smiles when he arrives.]
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The bridge is quiet, as empty today as the day of his hatching. She is waiting for him at its center, the toe of her left boot consciously at the very nexus of the room. There's a pleasure to that - the exactness of it. She smiles when he arrives.]
Hello, General. Thank you for coming.