She has a job, you know [Martha, Nero, Harry?]

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Cleaning body fluids off after elevator labour assist? Check

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The human guards were talking, they were always talking. In the dead of out hours, in the early shift, when they rose, when they sat, when they did anything, they felt the need to announce their presence, as if they could get lost in the shuffling light. It was grating, but they didn't resemble ghouls, didn't sneer and jeer.

The door parted and the human on the other side looked surprised to find him dressed and ready, waiting for them alongside Ayel. Punctuality, apparently, was only loosely expected.

"Our assignment?" Nero demanded evenly as he rose.

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Martha blinked at the PADD.

"Uh... an elevator stalled yesterday. You're assigned to the repair."

Paul's face was totally bland. He knew, the sneak.

[mirror_brightly]

Elevator repair, simple enough.

"Very well," Nero agreed and looked between them. The woman was nonplussed, the man, perfectly blank. Their best Vulcan impressions, possibly. A moment of silence passed and no one spoke.

"Lead the way."

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They were so strange, so cold. This man seemed far too calm to have done what he'd done. Ayel seemed more edgy, watching she and Paul as if *they* were the threats.

But psychoanalysis wasn't her job. She inclined her head slightly, and took the lead, feet falling automatically into patrol rhythm as she walked towards the elevator.

Augh. The scrape on her hip was burning again. And she really *wished* she'd had time to dry her hair.