( the words fall a bit strong, and Eight finds her a little unsettled. Another memory. A black-haired Octarian with kelp in her hair scoffing at her efforts. An elite. Someone she told to emulate and aspire to. )
( She shook her head, following along in silence. As they passed over a grating, Eight was alerted by the sound of movement. A pair of feet -- patrols? -- were walking nearby. )
Tsst! ( She whispered, hoping to catch B'elanna's attention)
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( She shook her head, following along in silence. As they passed over a grating, Eight was alerted by the sound of movement. A pair of feet -- patrols? -- were walking nearby. )
Tsst! ( She whispered, hoping to catch B'elanna's attention)