This was not the first, nor was it likely to be the last, unannounced individual that came barging into the office seeking the Supreme Commander's time and attention, and it was beginning to grow rather tiresome for the woman sitting silently behind the desk. The woman, a Lieutenant who had been handpicked for the position due to her clerical and organizational skills, permitted a soft sigh of exasperation to slip from her lips as she slowly set a datapad down on the desk in front of her among the various sheets of flimsiplast that were arrayed across the desk. Slowly rising from her seat, she carefully ran her hands along her uniform to smooth out any creases or wrinkles that might have accumulated whilst she was sitting. As her attention fell upon the announced visitor, she did her very best to keep her composure as it now seemed that the woman was taking a holocall in the waiting area.
"Excuse me, Ma'am..."
The Lieutenant spoke up as she cleared her throat slightly to call attention to herself. Her fingertips pressed against the top of her desk as her other hand slipped back behind her and seemed to hold firmly to a blaster pistol tucked into the small of her back; her attention shifting towards the masked guard for a moment before her eyes shifted back towards the apparent Senator.
"The Supreme Commander is currently out of the Office at this moment seeing to the defenses of Coruscant. Likewise, her schedule is rather busy considering the large volume of individuals who communicated their desire to speak with the Commander, in some cases weeks or months in advance. Though I can communicate to her that you wish to speak with the Commander, it is unlikely that you'll get the chance given the circumstances involved, perhaps, it might have been prudent to ensure that the proper channels of communication were utilized to ensure that the Commander would have a moment to meet with you."
The Lieutenant offered a slight bow of her head before she stepped back behind her desk, though kept her body facing forward to not reveal the blaster tucked away. After all, with the resurgent Brotherhood of the Maw having communicated its intentions to attack Coruscant, the Lieutenant couldn't be too cautious when it came to two unknown individuals barging into the office.
"Oh, I would also suggest Ma'am, that a very public waiting room in a very public Office is, perhaps, not the best location for you to be attending a Senate meeting by Holoprojector. After all, given the circumstances, you cannot be too cautious when it comes to whom may be listening or observing your actions and behaviors, or what you may be communicating to the Senate."
The woman, though still very wary and guarded due to the two unknown individuals in the room, returned to her work, though never fully pulled her attention away from the older woman or her bodyguard; keeping a carefully trained eye upon the two.
Elsewhere, the Supreme Commander had taken the moment to step away from the Office, and though she hadn't a meeting at that very moment, the time had been allocated to touch base with the individuals on the ground who would be protecting the planet below as she fought in the heavens above. The sunlight was never something that she, nor her species, particularly enjoyed dealing with, and in this case, she had attempted to mitigate that annoyance through the use of armor. It was more than enough for the moment, the helm particularly also assisting in keeping her identity hidden from view; a precaution that was necessary at that moment in case an individual sought to weaken the command of the Alliance with a singular blaster bolt.
As she took account of the efforts going into protecting the planet that was often considered the Center of the Galaxy, she still took the time to stop or stop others and speak with them. It wouldn't do to have panicked soldiers running about, and at times it could help to just stop and take a breath before returning to their duties. Her attention would drift from various individuals going about their set out orders, a soft smirk crossing her lips beneath her helm as she slowly looked towards the city chocked skies of the Ecumenopolis, her hand blocking the sun from her visor as she watched a flight of X-Wing Starfighters howling through the sky on a routine patrol.
Her attention would, once more, be drawn down toward the planet itself as her foray away from the various meeting halls and office rooms had brought her to a supply depot. Not a word was spoken as she approached, merely a simple nod towards the guards and a passing of credentials before she stepped into the hive of activity, though not in such a manner as to derail or cause issue. Rather, she was there to observe, to watch the soldiers and commanders, and gather her intelligence as to the efforts being put into the defenses. She wanted to observe firsthand the decisions being made and to ensure that those fighting to protect the planet were just as willing to protect the people remaining behind, unable to flee as so many others had the opportunity or credits to do so.
