Zykovian smiled as he entered the guard station. He enjoyed Lena's company, though it had never been anything more than in an official capacity. After glanced through the guard station for a few moments as his eyes adjusted, Zykovian made his way over to Lena's work area.
"So, Lena . . . what's the news of the day? Did I manage to get any requisitions through?" Zykovian asked nonchalantly, not really caring about the money.