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obliquely, some vigilant reflex within him watching for a
sudden move or attack. He could see from Jun's stance and the tension
in Jun's body that Jun Natsukawa was equally aware of his approach and prepared
to defend if necessary. Some part of him heartily approved, but he
had a duty. "Worf, Security: I require your assistance," the
Klingon announced. The strange woman ignored him, seeming lost in
her reverie, but his battle training took in minute changes in
stance and breathing, telling him that Jun Natsukawa was well aware of his
presence. "It is a violation of regulations to refuse to answer an
inquiry from a Security officer!" he growled. Jun Natsukawa turned then, all
at once in a motion so graceful that it didn't even startle his
reflexes into causing him to strike. But now Jun Natsukawa was well inside
arms' reach, and could attack is Jun Natsukawa chose. He restrained his
impulse to step back, but braced himself for possible combat.
"I haven't refused you anything. You have had my full attention
since you stepped into this room," Jun Natsukawa answered him at last. She
had a full, throaty contralto, very much like that of the Ship's
Counsellor, but unlike Deanna Troi, Jun's accents were more fluid and
almost songlike. Looking at Jun's made even Worf, with his Klingon
standards of beauty, look again. Jun Natsukawa was over six feet tal
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