Oh -- drat -- Micah had thought everyone would be long gone by now. They hadn't wanted to risk the embarrassment of one of their Cetagandan colleagues walking in on them. They hadn't wanted to risk the embarrassment of anyone walking in on them, although in Deanna's case, Micah doesn't want to worry her, either. They look up a little surprised, then quickly scrubs their eyes on the back of their sleeve. No use in pretending they haven't been crying -- but they manage a small, if watery, friendly smile.

"Ah -- hello, Deanna." They sniff a little. "I'm -- alright. Didn't mean to alarm you."