It sets Iago's teeth on edge, just a little, and the hair on the back of his neck rises. "What have you acquired?" he wonders and there's nothing but faint amusement in his voice, the same sort of curiosity he always carries.
He has his slate under his arm and a pile of papers in the others and he sets them down on the nearest surface.
He leans his hands on the table. "I have a list of candidates to command a ship. I have their files and I need to put them together in a cohesive team."
He rubs at his face. "Every combination I've tried has a fatal flaw of personality or is too risky."
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He has his slate under his arm and a pile of papers in the others and he sets them down on the nearest surface.
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He wiggles a little bit, clearly happy to be able to stretch in whatever weird new directions he's seeing.
"What are you working on? Would you like tea?"
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That in itself is an odd feeling, but it does explain enough that Iago lets his guard back down.
"No. I can't focus. I need to figure this out."
He spreads out his papers with his copious notes.
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Sometimes that's the best way to get something sorted in your own head, Jedao knows.
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He rubs at his face. "Every combination I've tried has a fatal flaw of personality or is too risky."