In The Rough

[Omi]

Morreti's overall demeanour was still a little disconcerting, from the way he shook her hand at length to the way he immediately went to the topic of her eyes. Still, intentionally or not, the mention of the Insurgency offered Siobhan a natural way out -- one that she barely even consciously took. Her eyes narrowed almost immediately at the mention of it, her grip loosening as she extricated herself from the man's grip.

"Insurgency," she spat, venom etched into every syllable. "Stupid fuckin' name, for one. Legion played us like a fiddle for years. It were never my choice ta co-operate with 'em at all, an' I'll be the first to say composin' an' sendin' off that comm was the best feelin' I'd had in a long time."

A smile of her own cracked through her facade at that, vindictive joy blossoming on her tired-looking features. The expression she wore spoke volumes of her experiences -- months and years of bitterness at the would-be Commonwealth now finally free to release itself in the form of one scathing comm and a barrage of white-hot antimatter.

"I'm glad ta have had the opportunity myself, too. Impactful way ta break back onto the scene, as it were, wouldn't you say?"

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