[Lieutenant Tayrey has never been inside a church before. She doesn't truly understand what it is, beyond a name on a map and a run-down building that she has walked past far too often. She'd like to say that it's curiosity that finally leads her to step inside, but the truth is that the rain has begun to fall, unexpected and heavy. If she's reading the sky correctly, the downpour will be as brief as it is sudden. She'd rather not go about smelling of wet wool for the rest of the day, so she slips inside.
The layout fails to signify much to her. She notes the pews, the dais at the far end. Some manner of assembly hall? On the Prosperity they'd all had to crowd into the emptiest cargo bay if the captain wanted to address everyone at once, but buildings planetside have no such restrictions. She notices the fragments of colored glass swept into a pile, and sees that the offending window has been boarded up, and she begins to feel a certain unease. It isn't utterly deserted, then.
A moment later she spots him. Irving, standing behind some statue, scrubbing at it.
Tayrey takes a quick step backwards, immediately assuming she has intruded. Shipside, privacy is sacrosanct, and her perspective hasn't changed even now that she has a living space larger than a cupboard.]
My apologies! [Her words are hurried, but loud enough to echo through the space.] I didn't know that there was anyone... living here? [It's said with an upward lilt, a hint of doubt.]
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The layout fails to signify much to her. She notes the pews, the dais at the far end. Some manner of assembly hall? On the Prosperity they'd all had to crowd into the emptiest cargo bay if the captain wanted to address everyone at once, but buildings planetside have no such restrictions. She notices the fragments of colored glass swept into a pile, and sees that the offending window has been boarded up, and she begins to feel a certain unease. It isn't utterly deserted, then.
A moment later she spots him. Irving, standing behind some statue, scrubbing at it.
Tayrey takes a quick step backwards, immediately assuming she has intruded. Shipside, privacy is sacrosanct, and her perspective hasn't changed even now that she has a living space larger than a cupboard.]
My apologies! [Her words are hurried, but loud enough to echo through the space.] I didn't know that there was anyone... living here? [It's said with an upward lilt, a hint of doubt.]