Date: 2017-04-16 04:40 am (UTC)
liongoddess: (Leader)
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Allura observed the exchange between Lance and Plaxum with mild interest. He hadn't mentioned that his primary contact was female.

She internally grimaced; did it matter? It really didn't. However, she felt awkward intruding in their reunion, but she mentally reminded herself that she was supposed to be here, that she was commanding this mission.

She swam forward, quickly regretting getting closer to the pair. Even through the glass Allura could see the color in Lance's cheeks. She would've groaned if she could--but she kept a professional front, crossing her arms and intruding into their space. It wasn't difficult--Alteans were a sturdier people than these svelte, lithe ocean species.

"Our suits' atmospheric systems are finite, if you could get us to wherever you meet with any emissaries--" Were they the first? Maybe they didn't have a place..."We have some matters of urgency to present to your Queen, as well as an interest in assisting your nation's development where we are able."

She casts Lance a perturbed glance. Focus, Lance. This wasn't meant to be a long stay.
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