6-195: Administration Bureau Executive Conference Facility
Namaisia gives her a small twinkling smile as she departs.
After threading their way through the close-circle knot near Namaisia, Aston heads for a server with a tray of nibbles and helps himself to a couple.
Between bites he says, “I think that went rather well.”
“I fail to see how it could have gone otherwise. You could have warned me about your surprise.”
She gives him a discreet but playful slap on the arm.
“Bad boy!”