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“My office.” she responded, watching the blonde with gentle intent. “I sensed you wandering around out there. Figured it would be best to make sure you didn’t get lost.” At least Seven seemed somewhat comforted by the space.

Already on it. Cool, but not too cold. Hopefully that helps. Commander. It isn’t every day she’s addressed as such . . . She appreciates that, actually. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you made it somewhere safe.” Offering a small smile, she hands over the glass of water.

She finds herself wondering what cyborgs are capable of.

A little tired. A bit red in the face, too, but not too bad. Maybe some water, at least?

Help . . . in what way, exactly? Does she need a place to lie down?

Intoxicated, Seven wanders around... (where, she's not too sure)

“Seven… no…” Alex made a gagging gesture. “There are about ten other people in this room that I would rather see nude. He is not one of them.” she shook her head, giving the blonde a raised eyebrow as she lifted her glass to her lips, taking a mouthful of the amber liquid.

Yeah, he was completely bareass naked. I’ve never wanted to pour acid in my eyes more than I did in that moment.