"I can only be certain of what happened before I fell asleep. I'm forced to conclude at the moment that whatever caused this happened after I was in bed. I'm relatively certain it wasn't a mine explosion. They were set in such proximity that if one went off, it would start a chain reaction strong enough to collapse the entrance to the wormhole itself. This ship's hull integrity would never have survived such a cataclysmic explosion at our proximity," he said.
The lighting was low level and toward the reddish end of the spectrum, the corridors shaped in a way that broke the outline into thirds, something inherently pleasing to the Cardassian psyche. Dukat took her on a lift to the level of his quarters first, stopping in to find her something to wear. There were few personal touches. He wasn't living on the Rotarran but on Terok Nor.
"I'm afraid everything I have is going to swallow you whole," he said, glancing at her. He checked to see if the in room replicator was online, not surprised to find it non-functional. Grunting under his breath, he retreated to the far side of the room to pull a set of microfiber underclothing from a drawer, along with a thick pair of socks. "I can at least cut the pants and sleeves down to size, and we can belt it with the extra cloth. This should keep you from getting too cold. It's very insulating."
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:39 pm (UTC)The lighting was low level and toward the reddish end of the spectrum, the corridors shaped in a way that broke the outline into thirds, something inherently pleasing to the Cardassian psyche. Dukat took her on a lift to the level of his quarters first, stopping in to find her something to wear. There were few personal touches. He wasn't living on the Rotarran but on Terok Nor.
"I'm afraid everything I have is going to swallow you whole," he said, glancing at her. He checked to see if the in room replicator was online, not surprised to find it non-functional. Grunting under his breath, he retreated to the far side of the room to pull a set of microfiber underclothing from a drawer, along with a thick pair of socks. "I can at least cut the pants and sleeves down to size, and we can belt it with the extra cloth. This should keep you from getting too cold. It's very insulating."