Vaal stood before the lieutenant carrying a tray. She smiled at him. At least, he guessed it was a smile. She looked almost human, except for the grey skin and short hair that clung to her head like a silver helmet. He estimated that she was just over five feet tall standing in her bare feet. Her dossier stated that she refused to wear shoes. He guessed it had something to do with her long toes. Her dark blue eyes were set farther apart on her face leaving plenty of room for her flat, wide nose.
She stared back at the young officer offering a wan smile. "I made some coffee. I didn't know what to put in your cup, so I brought the carafe. There is also milk and sugar." "Black will be fine," he replied. He watched as she shuffled over to the small conversation pit. She took her cup from the tray and sat on the divan. "Please, take a seat," she gestured toward a chair by the coffee table. He sat down, stuffing the envelope he brought with him into the space between the cushion and the arm of the chair.
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