02-02-2015, 07:17 PM
She tucked his number into the pocket of her lab coat. That it was offered at all was more than a surprise. As Sigma, Marcus was a part of the executive office of the ascendancy, offices she dealt with on a semi-regular basis. A private number, however, implied a tighter relationship between them than she expected. In the CCD, appearances were everything, and Torri knew how this looked.
She would be wise to stay on the most formal of terms with him, "The pleasure was mine, Sigma. I will of course submit a report as soon as I know anything."
With that, she was approached by one of her staff who explained that Michael had been looking for her. She rubbed her eyes.
((OOC: Michael? Are you still awake and wanting to see me? If so, I'll come find you.))
She would be wise to stay on the most formal of terms with him, "The pleasure was mine, Sigma. I will of course submit a report as soon as I know anything."
With that, she was approached by one of her staff who explained that Michael had been looking for her. She rubbed her eyes.
((OOC: Michael? Are you still awake and wanting to see me? If so, I'll come find you.))