The door finished closing.
Two figures stepped out of the light and became people.
Obi came first. Hands in his pockets, shoulders broad under a jacket that had never been his size and wasn't going to start now. The grin arrived before the rest of him - wide, sharp, directed at the entire room without settling on anyone. He walked onto the dome's floor with the pace of someone who had been in enough formal spaces to know the rules and had chosen to ignore most of them.
Beside him, Alteea. Lab coat over a black professional skirt, her hair pinned up with a slim lens instead of her glasses, resting above her ear. She was carrying a stack of slates against her hip. She walked the way she always walked - slow, aware of every eye on her, enjoying every second of it. Her chin was tilted at the angle she used when she intended to be taken seriously and found attractive in equal measure.
