"Do I even have to ask where you are right now?" Navarre hung his head as he listened for her response. "No sir." She replied simply. "Aaaahhh." Navarre nodded slowly. "And do I need to ask what you are doing?" "House cleaning, Sir." Another simple reply. Navarre shook his head as a small grin touched the corners of his lips. "I see." He tried to think of what he should say regarding this situation, but it all seemed not right. "Ugh, well." He threw a hand up. "Okay. Carry on." "Thank you, Sir. And the signal closed. "House cleaning?" Sill glanced up in awe. "House cleaning." Navarre straightened. "Andorian females." He nodded curtly. "Can't stand a messy house."