His nostrils flared, his teeth set, and he sucked his breath in sharply as the needle punctured his neck. It was all he could do to stay still long enough for the kolto to be delivered and the needle removed; he just couldn't stop coughing. When it pulled free of his neck again, he immediately collapsed downward, sitting now with his elbows on his knees and head hung low, letting the coughs come out. Finally, they began to subside, and he was reduced to wheezing, wheezing to labored breathing...he could feel sweat beading on his forehead.
It hadn't been what she said that sparked his temper; it was the tone with which she said it. When he raised his head to look at her, the anger was clear on his face. What she was suggesting was an insult to him.
"This has nothing to do with the Found." he snapped through gritted teeth. His breathing still hadn't quite returned to normal, but he could speak at least. "This is a problem with me. Not ostanovium."
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The communications officer stood at the mouth of the alley that had led her here, his blaster stowed and hands in the pockets of his uniform pants. His eyes were sharp, his expression somewhat dark. When he had her attention, he jerked his head behind him. "Come on."
She was furious, she was insulted...she was completely and totally open to manipulation. Perfect.