“Clearly I should have known better,” she snapped, “than to hope for you to understand my reticence.” She was sweaty. She was tired. She was angry. She wanted nothing more than to turn off the holotransceiver and not see Revan’s beautiful face in front of her anymore. She wanted to find the privacy of a shower stall to hide the tears she knew were coming. Of all moment for Revan to see her, it had to be when she was dishevelled and dirty…