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The Vice Admiral's mission had been somewhat ... interrupted by the sudden regression to physiological childhood of not only him but also Agent Learmont and Lt Cdr Coates. Not to mention so very many of the visitors to this ship they'd come to investigate. Although everyone is now looking the correct age once more, the interviews he'd wanted to conduct shortly after arrival haven't happened.

Until now.

Tyrrell is seated at the head of the table in the conference room that's been set aside for their interviews, sipping a cup of coffee and occasionally pausing to glare at it. Not because there's anything wrong with it -- it's replicator coffee made to his specifications -- but because he's not pleased at the delay to his mission this interference by Q has caused.

In front of him on the wide, long table is a PADD, and in between sips from his cup, he's reading through the list on it. The list is a sampling of Picard's interdimensional and intertemporal guests, including some of those whose pasts and abilities are ... of particular interest.

Agent Learmont, accompanied by Security, has gone to fetch them one by one. She'll be polite and professional, as is her way.

When each of their interviewees arrive, she'll show them in, then sit down opposite them, just around the table from Tyrrell. That way, it looks less like it's two-on-one.

This is not supposed to appear intimidating.

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AGATHA HETERODYNE

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Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Agatha Heterodyne if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Agatha into the room.

Re: AGATHA HETERODYNE

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha had been wondering if she was in a teensy spot of trouble when she was asked to come. Just before the whole age down thing, she might have caused a few small... explosions... in ten forward. Nothing too unexpected, and no one but her got hurt. But... She had to keep reminding herself and being reminded, these people aren't Sparks.

Really, it's amazing how much fuss they make over the smallest things. What's a table and a bit of smoke...compared to science?

So she had matched politeness for politeness as she was escorted in. But once she entered the room, she stopped, then walked slowly to the table, sniffing the air lightly.

"Do I smell...coffee...?" she asked quietly, a light shining in her eyes.

If you value your lives, do. not. give. this. woman. coffee.

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The explosions have not gone unnoticed. Tyrrell is of the opinion that this one should have any scientific equipment taken away from her, and be banned from touching it, because in her hands they are a weapon. There are already a couple of marks on her file to that effect, and a note that Picard has been lax in policing the newcomers.

He takes a sip of his coffee. "The coffee is for me, you will be content with a glass of water." He looks across at her. "Before you take a seat, remove any equipment, tools and supplies you may have on you and place them in the corner."

[agathaheterodyne]

Her eyes flicked to the corner. "There isn't enough space," she said simply.

"And I'm not a stupid girl anymore. You clearly want respect," she said, because now without the madness in her eyes, fogging her mind, she could see them clearly, could think clearly about something other than inventions.

And she did not like what she was seeing. The person who had walked her in was polite, but this person... she matched courtesy for courtesy, and in this case abrupt rudeness for rudeness.

She rested her hands on the table and looked him in the eye.

"Fine. But respect has to be earned, and that starts by treating me with a measure of it as well. As near as I can tell, you somehow have something over the people who chose to work on this ship. While I've agreed to follow the rules here, I don't take things of the ship apart without permission, I don't attack people - not that she would anyhow, if someone didn't attack her or hers first - I haven't discharged a weapon. However, my agreeing to follow those rules did not confer on to you any authority over me."

She stood again and crossed her arms. She was that kind of princess. She was the Heterodyne, and she was done being treated like a young failure of a student. No more. Not with Maxim here. She had to protect him. He was one of her people, and if she let someone walk all over her, he would step up and try to defend her. And she did not want to see him get hurt.

Well... in trouble. Unless there were a lot more of them waiting in the wings, Maxim wouldn't be the one to get hurt.