[ There's not much else Chris can do or say right now, so with one last lingering look, he turns towards the door and heads out into the corridor, not looking back over his shoulder to see Loki disappearing behind the automatic does even though he wants to. They'll see each other later.
Whatever mischief Loki might get up to — and he's not dumb enough to think there won't be any mischief — it probably won't be too bad, and there are four hundred something other souls on this ship who can deal with it before Chris. It'll be fine.
Looking at his reflection in the turbolift doors, he chuckles and flattens down his hair as best he can, taking a bracing breath and striding out on to the bridge as soon as the doors slide open. ]
Good morning, everyone. [ He gives a little wave and a sheepish kind of smile to his helmsmen, who both turn to look at him, their eyebrows rising at the state of his hair. At least his uniform is tidy. ] Overslept.
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Whatever mischief Loki might get up to — and he's not dumb enough to think there won't be any mischief — it probably won't be too bad, and there are four hundred something other souls on this ship who can deal with it before Chris. It'll be fine.
Looking at his reflection in the turbolift doors, he chuckles and flattens down his hair as best he can, taking a bracing breath and striding out on to the bridge as soon as the doors slide open. ]
Good morning, everyone. [ He gives a little wave and a sheepish kind of smile to his helmsmen, who both turn to look at him, their eyebrows rising at the state of his hair. At least his uniform is tidy. ] Overslept.