Natara Williams
She followed behind Captain Yeong, refraining from looking at Mal. They entered her office, where she immediately started with "He doesn't know?".
"No. I'll tell him in my own time". It felt weird having a non-professional conversation with her Captain, but realized she guessed she wasn't he Captain anymore. Yet another person she would leave behind. She handed Natara and envelope. "This is your plane ticket, it leaves at 7am tomorrow morning." Natara took it with numb hands. She hadn't expected it to come this fast, she had expected more time for farewells. But here it was, right in her hands. The inevitable future set to come at 7am. She tucked it in her jacket so Mal wouldn't ask questions about in and walked out, not even waiting to be dismissed. You didn't need to wait to be dissmissed by your former Captain.
Mal Fallon
He waited, ready to pounce on Natara as soon as she got out. He was sick of this game, he wanted answers. He knew he was being impatient, but this was getting ridiculous. He knew Natara was more a privet person, kept to herself sometimes and kept her secrets to the graze, but this was enough. If she could trust her to watch his back during a shoot-out, she could tell him anything. After a while he saw her slip out of the door, not meeting his eyes again. For some reason this ticked him off. Perhaps because if the things he had learned from her, that lack of eye contact often means deception. Oh, the things they learned from each other. "Nat, I want to know what's going on. Whatever it is, it's obviously big. Come one. You can tell me anything". She gave him a dark look, one of sorrow and frustration. Her eyes met his, and Mal didn't realize that that could be that last he saw her. If he knew maybe he would have stopped her rather that watching as she she wordlessly walked past him. Chased her as she walked out the door, or at the very least said goodbye.