[How strange to hear that from someone else. Maketh watches Brennan a moment, uncomfortable suddenly. This is her place, where she belongs, and yet she feels challenged. Not in the conventional way, not in a way that she's learned to counter and even enjoy - what is the point of having rank if you cannot hold it? - but something subtler. More insidious because, she fears, it is born of kindness.
Maketh thins her mouth. She has nothing to say to that.]
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Maketh thins her mouth. She has nothing to say to that.]
What do you want, Doctor Brennan?