Shelter

[Ramke]

"I have everything I need that you've asked to bring, what's unnecessary now is what you've stored on the ship I flew." Mione retorted, sheepishly following Loyola as she trailed the station's hallways.

Looking at her, it felt wrong. It wasn't exactly a secret to her that Loyola is infected - the thought of her owner being something other than human has made her feel creeped out. She was quite different from the rest of the people she met from her experience - this Enma was impossible to figure out. Whether angry or happy - if she ever is - she never actually made it clear from her mannerisms or behaviour, or at least Mione would never notice. This woman treated her like a commodity more than anything, but that really wasn't a surprise given the environment Mione grew up in. She was used to it and didn't know much more.

She opened her mouth to ask her a question, but promptly shut it once more. Asking questions about something sensitive like that would probably just lead to consequences.