Mal Fallon
Mal came by that same morning, pulling up to Natara's long term hotel building like usual to pick her up. He looked up and swore he saw her dark form in the window, and a few minutes later she appeared, her laptop bag slung over her shoulder and a distinct frown plastered on her face. She opened the car door, sliding in and putting her bag on her lap, looking down at her shoes and avoiding Mal's gaze.
"What's up?" he asked, seeing her expression as he pulled out if the hotel parking lot.
"Nothing" she lied.
Mal raised his eyebrows "I may not be a FBI mind reader Nat, but I know you. Do you really think I don't know when somethings up?"
She couldn't help but smile, but contradicted this by saying "Seriously Mal, I-I don't want to talk about it."
Mal was taken back, Natara had never been cold or distant to him, and had never hid anything from him. Deciding this must be a sensitive subject, he decided to tread lightly around this it and avoid it completely. For the first time ever, the ride there was painfully silent, and Mal thought that Natara was avoiding his eyes as they pulled into the station. This was confirmed when Natara, head down as if anyone's gaze was physically painful to her, fast-walked into the station, leaving Mal in her dust.