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"Counselor Troy," Warf nodded, dutifully acknowledging the beautiful Diana as she entered mess hall. She turned her hair at him, but said nothing. She seated herself a table or so away from him, her back to his front.

They ate in silence for some time, but Warf would suddenly jerk from his food--what was that? He had heard a muffled, spluttering noise, a foul odor crept toward him moments later. He, sitting behind Diana, could see a deep brown stain spreading across the tight buns of her one-piece suit. He could see her arms held still at the table, posture rigid, he could smell fear(he could smell feces...) Diana was frozen in horror. No one else seemed to have noticed, ... yet.

She's afraid? Embarrassed? he pondered, suddenly. It was strange to feel for another, for a betazoid no less, they were strange creatures. Do I help her? What of her honor? It is not my place. But she is a woman? Warf loathes these emotions, this ambivalence! Arrgh. He erupts! He flips his table over, scattering food and dishes, Warf begins grunting and growling fiercely, barking in Klingon, pounding his chest, making such a scene, all eyes are on him...

Diana takes the cue and dashes for the exit, holding her hands over her buns as she hauls ass all the way back to her quarters. She showers and changes into a nice, fresh pair of stretchies. And she clasps her hands together in prayer, prayer to Warf, who in his own vile, animal way, had risked his honor to save her humiliation. She would never forget what Warf had done. Never.