No, Commander Crichton. I'm not inviting you into my cabin. I'm inviting you into my office. Same location. 😉
She expects him to understand that this is her means of accounting for rules about public and private spaces in a way that makes her life here easier - without taking herself too seriously either. When he arrives, she's quick to let him in. There's a folding screen blocking off her bed and stores of food, and the rest of the cabin is as tidy as always, all the surfaces clear save for her slate computer and half a mug of coffee. The walls, meanwhile, are nearly papered with technical drawings, star charts, and assorted print-outs.
'Come in! It's good to see you.' And then, when she's shut the door firmly, and locked it behind him. 'I can't tell you how glad I am that you've changed your mind about this.'
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Same location. 😉
She expects him to understand that this is her means of accounting for rules about public and private spaces in a way that makes her life here easier - without taking herself too seriously either. When he arrives, she's quick to let him in. There's a folding screen blocking off her bed and stores of food, and the rest of the cabin is as tidy as always, all the surfaces clear save for her slate computer and half a mug of coffee. The walls, meanwhile, are nearly papered with technical drawings, star charts, and assorted print-outs.
'Come in! It's good to see you.' And then, when she's shut the door firmly, and locked it behind him. 'I can't tell you how glad I am that you've changed your mind about this.'