Watching Tyler's frustration at the courier, Page was glad he was on good terms with her. If looks could kill... he thought to himself.
"Sounds like this Archer's quite a wild child. I'd never have guessed from what I've heard from her in space. I guess some really change when you get them out of the uniform. As for your other career dreams, I'm sure you'd look fine in one of their uniforms." Thomas said with a cough and a slight blush as he recalls a certain uniform of one of the more expensive brochure lists, "I admit I may have had a bit of a thing for the Curacao fleet Spa and Cruise uniforms."
Fully coming to realise what he'd just said, Page took up his mug again for the duration of the rather awkward silence.
*ahem* "Anyway... You may have an idea of what teenage boys can be like." he said, returning his mug to the table, and to the topic at hand. "Cocktails are always a good idea. Celebrating a special occasion, to cheer yourself up, or to relax. The reasons are always around, but not always the company; the other officers seem to prefer tea, although we don't exactly have nights out as a force...", finishing with a slightly distant look.
Again, Page was brought back to the present moment by Tyler. The courier rolled around the table, very slowly, towards him. Keeping his eyes on it, he thought of what she had said:
"Yes, I do suppose we have an impact. Moreso than I realised. However," Thomas stopped the device with his left index finger, before passing it to his other hand, "we are sometimes the object of these sorts of impacts." Shifting forward in his seat, Thomas placed his right hand - palm up with the courier held loosely - into her still-cupped hands. "Let's take a look at your destiny to come Mel."
Seeing the slight look of apprehension in her eyes, Page slid the toggle across the top of the courier with his left hand, the courier opened up and the holographic interface projected between their two faces.
