[Teffa]

"Brigadier Admiral Ormont..." She pointed out as a worthy conversation topic. "Are we talking about a possible relative or perhaps someone coincidentally with your family name?"

Please don't be the father, please don't be the father.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"Relative might be a good word for it," there was a sour twist about his face as he ran a hand through his hair, "but it would be more precise to say he's my father."

[Teffa]

Teffa narrowed her eyes at Cole as a number of things seem to be clicking in for her, although she kind of wished it was a coincidence that the two shared a family name. "I see..."

After a long moment, she took a swig from the bottle. Not that she wanted to, only that it could potentially coax Cole to do the same. She gave him a faint smile and a shrug. "Wow, Brigadier Admiral. Hot shot here. Hah, I'm surprised he let you stay in medical then."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole raised an eyebrow, his pale blue-grey eyes were icily suspicious. "What makes you say that?"

[Teffa]

"Sorry, I probably don't get how things work around here..." She gave a double blink at Cole. "Unless there's a Brigadier Admiral of Medical. I just figured that he'd want you as an officer or something related to tactical. Service is service, however."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"He let me 'stay' in Medical," there was definite sarcasm that time, "because it was that or suffer the embarrassment of seeing the pride of his loins washing out."

[Teffa]

"I see..." Teffa gave a slow nod of realization, not know what else she could offer beyond that.

"You know...I think a synthskin designer and applicator actually would earn more credits than you would think, especially if they build up enough of a clientele list. You might even get invited to parties if your work is flawness enough where you would be rubbing elbows with others looking for the same sort of work. I'm talking about the entertainment industry. Just something I hear when I hang out at casinos...when they aren't sac and looted."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

With an expression that suggested someone had just wafted a week old tuna steak under his nose, “I’m not in it for the money. If I can eat and keep my Medpac stocked, that’s enough.”

[Teffa]

Teffa flashed him an apologetic smile. "Right, right my apologies, Doctor Ormont. I just sounded for a moment that you were looking for alternatives and I just wanted to say that the alternatives were good. I guess you wouldn't be in the Republic fulltime but I guess you're in to...do okay in it?"

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“It’s complicated,” he snapped. He was right in the middle of a four-year contract to the Navy, picking up and leaving wasn’t as simple as making up his mind.

[Teffa]

"Fair enough," she gave a single nod at that, she had perhaps scratched more than the surface tonight and there was no sense trying to find more. She wasn't sure if she wanted to find out more about this relationship, it was complicated as he said.

Taking the bottle, she took one swig from it as a nightcap. Standing from her seat, she prepared to make her leave. "Well, Doctor Ormont...I think I'm going to call it tonight. Thanks for finding this bottle! You've been at what you're doing way longer than what I'm doing. I'm sure you'll find your way out." She gave him a languid salute, leaving 'out' almost open to interpretation?

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“Good night, Captain Teffa. Take care. It may be my job, but I don’t wish for people to come into my care.” He took up the bottle, he’d use it to refill his flask. Waste not, want not.

[Teffa]

"I figured you might have quite the line-up waiting for you already back at Medical," she snicked. "Good night!"

Then, she left the desolate casino through the front main doors.

/exit