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[Gregor looks a little harried when the feed clicks on, but otherwise relatively composed. If covered in what looks like either too many or not enough blankets from the shoulders down.]

Hello, everyone. As it appears that tensions have been high and we have been forced into somewhat closer quarters than normal, it seems a prudent time for me to officially offer my services as ship arbitration officer.

If anyone needs assistance sorting out interpersonal conflict, or has something else they'd like to discuss, please let me know.

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[lets_see_what_happens]

There are a staggering variety of adjectives I would use to describe the way this ship is run, but 'professional' and 'efficient' are not among them, no.

[Gregor's eyes are sharp and searching on Bel's face, intense out of a force of habit rather than any sort of urgent need or suspicion. He watches Bel react to him, and eases a little when Bel does, his whole face opening up, blooming into a faint smile.]

You happen to be catching me at an unprecedented point in my life during which I am luxuriating in an overabundance of free time. I would be very glad to spend some of it with you. [He sobers a little again at Bel's next words, looking almost thoughtful.]

I believe we'll all learn to adapt. And build our own structure, when necessary. I understand it must be... constricting, to go from having far more control over a situation to nearly none. I sympathize intensely. But we have each other to lean on for support, if not the rest of the ship. I think we'll be all right. And my door is always open, should you need to discuss anything in particular.

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[hellsbel]

[wicked grin] I would love to add them to my collection. [new goal: also get you to smile as often as possible.~] That sounds delightful. I'd invite you to walk the ship with me, but the weather doesn't bear speaking about. We can get hot water for tea, though, if you'll pardon some unregulation blanket-piles at the end of the journey.

[Bel's head tilts, dark eyes studying Greg's expression.

wryly] Last time this happened to me, the end result was Admiral Naismith. [there... doesn't seem to be one of those in the command chain here.] I've never been sorry for having him to lean on.

[has Bel thanked you for that, yet? because possibly they should.]

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[lets_see_what_happens]

Tea sounds wonderful. [Gregor's voice is warm and genuine, his mouth still curved slightly up.

The smile flickers a little at that last, however. God, Bel, don't thank him, he'll have to tell you about how it almost got Miles executed.] Yes, well. We do not have quite the same luxury here, alas. Though I have every confidence we'll make do.

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[hellsbel]

[delighted.] You're on! Meet you in the mess hall this afternoon.

[it'd only be fair. you already know all of Bel's snafu stories.~ catches the flicker, reading it as mutual regret that we can't have an Admiral Naismith on call here.] We can but try.