( i x : d 1 : late night )

[ They've never been close in so much that they're not the kind of people to get close. Herc had raised a son and reared him in his own image; Mako's adoptive father had done the same and both Stacker and Herc, well — they'd been as dissimilar and alike as Chuck and Mako are today. But underneath at all there is a certain commonality. Somehow rangers manage to be as tightly knit as warp and weft, but also as removed and as distant as stars in a single constellation.

There are certain things Mako never talked about with her father, and while Herc isn't her father, he is her commanding officer (the two so confused in her mind that it's as good as for her).

She meets him after a few moments. Nothing about her looks amiss, but Mako's always been good at putting up a good front. ]

Thank you for meeting me, sir.