[Lore is going one way down the corridor- he's not been out much, because he knows there's only so long he can repress an emotional reaction. But he's out today, hoping to find some warden that he can weasel access to the supply out of.
He sees the sad girl with a kitten, though, and his gait slows, tucking his hands behind his back. He's not wearing a Starfleet uniform, but he's managed to make something less, ah... Borg-like than what he came in with.]
Greetings. [Oh, how he hates that version of hello It's so boring!] I believe we spoke on the network.
[Spam]
He sees the sad girl with a kitten, though, and his gait slows, tucking his hands behind his back. He's not wearing a Starfleet uniform, but he's managed to make something less, ah... Borg-like than what he came in with.]
Greetings. [Oh, how he hates that version of hello It's so boring!] I believe we spoke on the network.