Andorian Station || Closed RP with Commander-Shran
A decade ago, T'Pol would have found the station vile. The stench of long-dead animals that made up the clothing of most Andorians would have caused her considerable nasal discomfort but, after spending so long living among Humans, the smell barely bothered her now. What set her most on edge was the fact that the reason for her visit was to exchange information with her current least favorite Andorian.
Though most Andorians were unpleasant at best, Shran was quite possibly the least pleasant of them all. Though he had his high points--aiding the Enterprise, his valuable relationship with Captain Archer, his loyalty--his temper, illogical nature, and general... existence made T'Pol wish that her captain had sent anyone but her on this mission. Still, she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction that he had made her even briefly brush against an emotion.
The Andorian escorting her nodded pointedly at the open door and T'Pol entered, spotting Shran immediately. "Commander," she said by way of greeting, hoping to keep their conversation as brief as possible.
