[MaC] ] And so it begins ... Arabella & Pamela & Michael

[Dorothea Salo]

>> "Good evening, ladies. Happy Christmas," Michael greeted as he joined
>> them in waiting for the lift. He looked up and said, "Seems some of
>> the others are on their way already."
> 
> 
> "And a Happy Christmas to you, Group Captain," Arabella said with a 
> smile. "It does look as if there will be a good turnout... As far as 
> that goes, I think this party may be a very good thing. We all know 
> we're at war, but fellowship and celebration are things worth fighting 
> for, don't you think?"

	Pamela repressed a salute, murmuring a polite greeting instead. One 
would not have thought that a woman taller and more imposing than her 
mother could so easily disappear into the background behind her.

	The lift bobbed to a stop and opened; Pamela stepped aside to let her 
mother go before her, brushing past Coldsmith-Briggs with a murmured 
apology as she followed.

<tag Michael, Arabella, anyone who cares to welcome us off the lift>