Mako and Dax
"I am to call you Dax, correct?" She nodded at Dax, unsure of what they decided on. "Or would you prefer something else?"
She took a sip of her water and felt rude. Mako quickly scooted the water glass to the side. "Even my father called me Ms. Mori," she said with a small smile. She missed Pentecost already.