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She'd spent all morning sitting in and advising on a far-too-long conference call she'd been hoping to put off for a while longer but just couldn't avoid any more, so the lingering effects of having to think Yuuzhan Vong for a while weren't doing much to help Tahiri's mood. Afterward, a long workout down in the salle (where she'd taken more than a few stun bolts in the process) had worked off just enough stress that she thought she could keep Riina in check, but there were still things on her mind.

Hurley hadn't come home last night, and that on top of Ben's weird behavior yesterday had had her edgy enough. When she finally got around to listening to last night's radio broadcast, it just added on to the pile. Not just Hurley, but John and Francine, and Dinah had been out there, and more people besides.

No, Tahiri was definitely Not Happy right now.

And sitting around here wasn't going to help matters much. Growling under her breath (things that Sliven would have been horrified to realize she'd overheard and remembered), she stalked back out of the room to find something to do. Someone who had a plan, people who needed help, anything. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with her thoughts right now.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if you wanna run into her on her way out, who am I to stop you?]

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