She stood there, watching and listening to him. His entire demeanor shifting causing the air in the room to shift with him. Of course she was angry, more or less she was also hurt, but wouldn't show it. It was true, Barclay is a competent man, but she had seen his work and knew of his name for a long while. She had the drive and desire to always beat out her peers, this causing most of her isolation in the academy. Bonhams words cutting her to the core as he doubted her ability to shine right in front of her.
'Better in front of you then behind you Skytower" she thought for a moment.
Her eyes never left his, except in the briefest moments when he would turn around. Her shoulders relaxed a bit as she stood there before him, feeling almost completely disarmed. As he stepped closer, she swallowed hard, trying to hold her ground in his presence.
'Don't back down, don't back down... she thought repetitively to herself. Of course he held a domineering presence that overshadowed hers. She made mental note in the back of her head to work on overcoming that.
Quote:He turned as he started to walk down the racks, "Computer End Program" he said loudly.
She watched as the flight deck changed into a briefing room. She blinked looking around. She had studied the plans of this ship thoroughly to know the ins and outs and comings and goings so she wouldn't have to interact with people unless she absolutely wanted or needed to. This addition, or change however was surprising to her and clever. She had once thought about having living quarters and different areas being simple holodecks to compress living, working and other spaces into one convenient space. It astonished her to see something fully active like this. She turned about looking in awe and in seeing the characters of Bonham and Kinchlirah, she turned about quickly to give them privacy, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes.
She waited for him to clear the program, and finish speaking before dropping her hand, and regaining some normalcy in her composure. She cleared her throat, "Sir. " she closed her eyes and shook her head. She hadn't gotten the answer she was looking for, but knew that he had something in mind. She struggled a moment in her thoughts. She would have to ultimately put her faith and trust in whatever it was he had planned for her, and know it was the right path. When she opened her eyes, the look had changed. They were still as bright as ever, but somewhat softer in their appearance. They still blazed with a fiery passion, but they weren't smoldering over in anger. She would prove him wrong and she would do it right in front of him. She stuck out her hand to shake his, "I will trust in your judgement Sir and make my mark here." taking his hand she would grip it firmly, "I
will prove what I am
truly capable of, and I hope you have a front row seat. " the last bit in her face she clipped at him in a challenging tone, with a bit of an arrogant smirk and glint in her eyes.
A Run In with the Devil
