[Narvin's eyes widen in pre-rant agitation, and he takes a deep breath.
...And lets it out slowly.
He wants to shout, to yell out that he's Lord High Chancellor, head of on and off world security and he demands to know what's going on. But he isn't Chancellor here. And Agent Kay isn't the Castellan and is under no oath to do a single thing Narvin says.
But being starved of information was starting to get to him. If he's not careful, temptation will break him and he'll start hacking computer systems.
He could just see the trial now. "I'm sorry, your Honor, but I was desperate. Surely you wouldn't punish a poor man for stealing a crust of data, a crumb of intel?"
He closes his eyes briefly and focuses on the distraction Kay's question provides. Plasters a mild expression on his face to push away the frustration.]
I'm not sure where the tradition comes from, possibly a hold over from the Dark Times. Gallifreyans ate natural food more frequently then. They are often present at important House gatherings. Loomings and tombings, the ascension of a new kithriarch, that sort of thing.
no subject
...And lets it out slowly.
He wants to shout, to yell out that he's Lord High Chancellor, head of on and off world security and he demands to know what's going on. But he isn't Chancellor here. And Agent Kay isn't the Castellan and is under no oath to do a single thing Narvin says.
But being starved of information was starting to get to him. If he's not careful, temptation will break him and he'll start hacking computer systems.
He could just see the trial now. "I'm sorry, your Honor, but I was desperate. Surely you wouldn't punish a poor man for stealing a crust of data, a crumb of intel?"
He closes his eyes briefly and focuses on the distraction Kay's question provides. Plasters a mild expression on his face to push away the frustration.]
I'm not sure where the tradition comes from, possibly a hold over from the Dark Times. Gallifreyans ate natural food more frequently then. They are often present at important House gatherings. Loomings and tombings, the ascension of a new kithriarch, that sort of thing.