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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[talesuntold]

There's a knock on Eiffel's door.

"I brought coffee, cookies, and commiseration if you want any of the above!"

[littletonoidea]

The knock might have startled Eiffel, because Maggie will definitely hear a short yip of surprise.

"Uh- don't come in yet! Not unless you want your coffee in a sippy cup!"

His voice gets louder - not just volume, but proximity, and there's a loud kachunk from a lever on the other side of the door and a few random thuds, before the big ol' spoked doorhandle thing spins quickly and the door gets pulled open with a heavy creak.

Eiffel is standing, rather than floating because gravity has been literally restored, and gives her a tired grin at the sight of the treats.

"You know, at this point I'm pretty sure Maggie just means 'angel'," he says, full sincerity and no flirt, as he moves to take the supplies out of her hands. "You're incredible."

[talesuntold]

"I would drink coffee from a sippy cup if you asked me to," she calls through the door. But she won't object to gravity being turned on either.

She'll give him a warm smile when he opens the door, passing him the thermos. "I mean, my parents did name me Magdalene Grace, so there are some strong religious connotations in there, but I don't know if I'd go so far as angelic. And I am pretty incredible, thanks for noticing."