"And these will be your quarters, Ms Troi. We hope you'll be comfortable." Ivanova gestures at the room and then tucks her hands behind her back awkwardly; she hates this duty, hates feeling like a bellboy waiting for a tip. The new teep floats her way into the room somewhat majestically, which clashes with the not very majestic decor, and then turns a broad smile on Ivanova. Ivanova hates it when telepaths smile at her.
"Please, call me Lwaxana. And I'm sure I'll be perfectly happy here. Assuming I don't get killed in a complicated and nefarious plot like some previous station telepaths, of course."
Ivanova doesn't flush with the rage she feels. How did she not feel the scan? What psi rating is this woman, anyway? "You have no right to scan me, you're five minutes off the transport and - "
Lwaxana laughs easily. "Please, Commander, be easy! I would never. I came by that knowledge via honest snooping and station gossip, I swear." She frowns a little, emphasising the lines on her face. "But I would have to be dull to all sensation to avoid what you're feeling now. Touchy around telepaths?"
"You could say so, yes." Ivanova rallies, pulls herself into a more rigid stance. "Is there anything else you'll be needing?"
Now Lwaxana floats back towards her, reaching out with one delicate hand - gloved in white, elbow-length silk, not at all like the standard-issue black leather - to touch two fingertips to the shoulder of Ivanova's uniform. It's a casual touch, anything but intimate, nothing she would normally even notice, but the proximity of Lwaxana's body to her own, separated only by cloth, makes a small shiver run down Ivanova's spine. She notices, and allows herself to notice, the welcoming curves of her body, the low-cut gown that reveals far more cleavage than you'd normally see on a teep, the long arched aristocratic neck that Lwaxana exposes, inviting. Ivanova notices her eyes, blue and sparkling and not at all like the eyes of any teep Ivanova's ever known.
"I can't imagine a thing," Lwaxana says, in a low voice that seems to belie her words.
"Well, then," Ivanova says. "Well. Fine. Please contact me if you have any concerns or requests." It's a standard line that she says to all new VIP arrivals and station personnel, but like Lwaxana's glancing, feather-light touch, it seems heavy with meaning despite its apparent innocence. Lwaxana smiles at her, slowly.
Ivanova turns to leave, feeling too hot in her skin and shaken, somehow. She never can master herself around telepaths, especially female ones. She should've assigned this duty to Corwin. Lwaxana's voice calls her back.
"The new League of Independent Telepaths is very different from Psi Corps."
"Is it?" Ivanova feels the warmth drain from her body.
"Very different indeed. I hope you'll remember that." Lwaxana lays one white-gloved finger along the side of her door, as if she wants to reach out again but knows it would be a mistake.
Ivanova manages a smile, and then nods, letting out the air she didn't realise she was holding in. "I hope you'll find a way to prove that to me," she offers.
Lwaxana nods her head slowly in agreement. "I hope so too," she says.