08-30-2023, 09:07 PM
Once they were seated, Danika browsed the menu for a few minutes in order to make her selection.
“This is way better than eating out of a to-go container at my desk like usual,” she chuckled at the imagery. The Dominion was a great listener, and she found on their walk that there were no awkward lulls or moments when she wasn’t sure what to say next. So when they finally were settled and able to talk about work, she easily continued the conversation.
“Well, it’s complicated, but i’m studying the particles that make up dark matter. It’s incredibly difficult to do outside the vacuum of space, which I don’t exactly have access to,” she smiled at her own joke. “Instead, I reproduce the conditions to study these particles, and I am studying my hypothesis about how they interact with each other and with ‘other things’ too.” Her voice lowered a little at the end, glancing around. They weren’t alone in Kremlin personnel. The restaurant wasn’t exactly busy, but it wasn’t empty either, and there were strict rules about what Danika could and couldn’t say about her work. However, she assumed that a Dominion had all the clearance necessary, which meant she had to be a little guarded since they were in public.
What she meant about ‘other things’, she conveyed by the pointed way she studied the chain on his uniform and the patch on his arm. That thing was the power, and so far, she had yet to use a man’s power in her experiments.
It was then that the server approached, settling her drink orders before them. Danika straightened, only to realize that he presented a bottle of wine to Allan. Danika blinked in surprise, and followed his line of sight to the person indicated as the benefactor.
And she saw him, Marcus, sitting some distance away. She had seen very little of him since the ball, or technically, the following morning. And she hoped that it was just coincidence. That he hadn’t somehow heard her talking about her work inappropriately.
She looked back to Allan to see what he would do.
“This is way better than eating out of a to-go container at my desk like usual,” she chuckled at the imagery. The Dominion was a great listener, and she found on their walk that there were no awkward lulls or moments when she wasn’t sure what to say next. So when they finally were settled and able to talk about work, she easily continued the conversation.
“Well, it’s complicated, but i’m studying the particles that make up dark matter. It’s incredibly difficult to do outside the vacuum of space, which I don’t exactly have access to,” she smiled at her own joke. “Instead, I reproduce the conditions to study these particles, and I am studying my hypothesis about how they interact with each other and with ‘other things’ too.” Her voice lowered a little at the end, glancing around. They weren’t alone in Kremlin personnel. The restaurant wasn’t exactly busy, but it wasn’t empty either, and there were strict rules about what Danika could and couldn’t say about her work. However, she assumed that a Dominion had all the clearance necessary, which meant she had to be a little guarded since they were in public.
What she meant about ‘other things’, she conveyed by the pointed way she studied the chain on his uniform and the patch on his arm. That thing was the power, and so far, she had yet to use a man’s power in her experiments.
It was then that the server approached, settling her drink orders before them. Danika straightened, only to realize that he presented a bottle of wine to Allan. Danika blinked in surprise, and followed his line of sight to the person indicated as the benefactor.
And she saw him, Marcus, sitting some distance away. She had seen very little of him since the ball, or technically, the following morning. And she hoped that it was just coincidence. That he hadn’t somehow heard her talking about her work inappropriately.
She looked back to Allan to see what he would do.