In The Rough

[Omi]

Somehow, the Morreti Siobhan had just walked in on wasn't quite what she'd expected. Piercing blue eyes, neat clothing from head to toe, and a certain delicateness to his overall appearance lent him more the appearance of a studious librarian, in her opinion, than the venomous tip of the Alliance's spear. He rose from his chair before she was even in the door, disarming her a little by coming to her with a hand already outstretched. It was only natural to take it in her own, her gloved hand accepting the gesture of solidarity just as freely.

"Pronunciation ain't bad, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't feel the same," she replied. Her eyes, grey like flint, took in her counterpart's appearance with a certain evenness, weighing up her initial expectations and preconceptions against the well-dressed figure of the Alliance's new Commander.

He was tall, with at least a few inches on her, but she'd known that before coming here. He was younger than she'd expected, though -- older than he'd looked at first glance on the video feed, for it was a lot harder to disguise the lines to his face up close -- but still young. It made her feel very old in comparison. The whole affair did -- Ramsey was a veritable megacity compared to the cramped confines of Milford. The future was here, and it was up to her to keep up with it.

In contrast to Morreti himself, Siobhan cut a more traditional picture of what the word 'Xeno' might have conjured. Long, somewhat straggly brown hair; cold eyes; and hands that always seemed uneasy to be left without a purpose. Her left hung by her side; gleaming, metallic, and ungloved.

"Gotta say," she began, breaking eye contact to indicate the window opposite with her gaze, "the Fort's nothin' short of exceptional. Fair step up from Dryden."

There was a short pause as she made to segue onwards, continuing before he had any opportunity to interrupt.

"Lookin' at what you've managed ta build here -- rebuild, even, if'n we take the Alliance as a whole -- well, it's a hell of a first impression." The ghost of a smile played at the corners of her mouth, but it didn't quite materialise. "Good t' see everything passed on from Pennsylvania wasn't bein' pissed up the wall."

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