Office The office room is cramped, with a desk covered with papers taking up most of the space on one side. A desk lamp flickers in the dimly-lit space, casting shadows along the walls. Some photos of landscapes and cities on Sivad and Ungstir hang in frames on a wall, while holoscreens with security camera displays are set in another. A swivel chair is parked by the desk, and a beat-up chair sits in an unoccupied corner. Darya returns the nod, toying a bit with a pen in her hand. "Razorback," she responds in kind, and waits. "Not acsceptable," the Demarian replies, lowering his head again.