trans_9 | A Commander's work is never done

Nathan had finally slogged through the latest backlog about the virus, and the Council's recent decisions. He wasn't entirely surprised about clones, it was a questionable topic back home, and it made him wonder if Primatech would ever have tried such actions. He really wouldn't have been surprised if there was an attempt.

The matter of the Yeerks, he was decidedly mixed on. He could still remember what happened with the attack from the previous Sam Winchester, and the trial. But the law felt they had their rights as well, and he wasn't about to argue on the idea. And this particular one did do much to ensure the casualty count wasn't higher.

He sent out a notice of welcome to the newer crew members, with an offer to stop by his office with any questions and concerns.

Though after his office hours, he stepped out of his office in the city, rocking back and forth on his heels. He then tensed and shot into the sky overhead with a sounding boom across the buildings as he took flight overhead again.

(ooc: Catch him in his office or flying over the city.)

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"Should suspected you're another from the city," Nathan softly replied as he hovered a little closer.

"I well, took me a while to accept these abilities. Got easier being aboard here and everybody so ..." Glancing over at her, "open and welcoming with their gifts."

Angie laughed softly. "I think I'm still in the minority a lot of the time. There aren't a lot of people here who went out of their way in order to get their powers." Not that she'd met, at least. "So some might say this is just me showing off."

"I don't think it's showing off. Not really."

The smile widened and became brilliant. "Thank you. Though to be fair, I might be one of the ones who would say I'm showing off." After all, it wasn't like this was quite normal.

"Perhaps, but I'd forgive you."

Which got another laugh. "Honestly, I think of all the powers I could have gotten with this, flight is the one that's most like a dream come true."

"I'd never asked for any powers. But I have to admit, this one has its perks."

"Definitely." Angie looked around them. "Though this City isn't quite so pretty to look at from above."

"Not nearly. I like the current view though."

"You, sir, are a flirt." Not that she was complaining. Anything but.

He admitted with a sly grin, "It's been said. You don't seem to mind though."

"Nope. Not at all." Angie moved a little closer. "Why would I mind a handsome guy flirting with me?"

Okay, technically she sort of had a boyfriend, which was probably a reason. But Jack wasn't there and, last she remembered, they were heading for 'off' anyway.

His pearly whites flashed brighter at that. More like his politician grins, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners warmed the expression.

"Especially when the beautiful woman knows how to give as much as she gets back."

She's no politician, so Angie's smile is real. Even through the metal. "Oh, and you know how to give a compliment. You, I like."

"Why thank you."

Right now he's seen enough that he didn't mind the metal at all.

"You're welcome." Very welcome, honestly, as evidenced by Angie moving a little closer in the air.

Nathan was hovering closer to her as well now, gazing over her features.

"So, have to run back to the lab any time soon? Or like to fly a bit longer, maybe have some dinner later?"

Angie smiled at that. "No, I don't have to get back for any particular reason." Since...she was technically still there, doing the work.

Angie gave new meaning to the word 'workaholic'. "Sure. Dinner would be nice. Even if it's just the Sensorium." At least there it didn't taste like slop.

"Sure, I could show you my favorite spot in the city. Just in case they don't have it in yours."

"Oh, that would be awesome." She grinned. "Anything in particular I should wear?" Though the Sensoriums would change anything she wore, anyway.

He looked her over one more time, "Something dressier I'd say. Jacket and tie type of place, not that casual. They have an amazing carbonara sauce."

"Bet it can't beat my grandma's." Angie grinned. "But yeah, I'll show up in a dress." Nothing silver.

"Probably not, and nobody's beat Ma's lasagna yet. So see you this evening?"

She moved closer, kissing his cheek. "It's a date."

A Commander's work is never done

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