Back with the Bandits

[Hemlocke]

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Hemlocke was very familiar with Heinrichs armored flight suit, if he'd had a worse memory he'd had likely forgotten what she used to look like as he'd never seen it firsthand, only through imagery, and a rare occasion that had been. His crimson optic and human eye watched the hand fiddling with the jawline of the helmet, almost in anticipation, a curious look filling the unblinking hazel eye as he watched. His eyebrow slightly lifted at the lack of hesitation, which implied Heinrich was somewhat comfortable with the situation, he wondered if it was because they once flew a similar standard, or if it was because she trusted him for whatever reason. She wouldn't be here if she didn't, yet that didn't make it an any less jarring change of pace for Hemlocke, nobody trusted him, for good reason. And he trusted no one, yet here she was, seemingly without guard.

His eyes were focused on her face as it was revealed from behind the helmet, committing it to memory, she looked somewhat tired to him, which matched her overall demeanor thus far, though despite the aging stress and hell she'd been through, the youth hadn't left her complexion. The scars were gone, and he couldn't place whether she looked better with or without. Either way when Heinrich's lips opened to speak, telling him he'd been the first to see her face since she died, his head cocked slightly to the side as if confused.

Regardless of his captivation at the oddness of it all, he finally broke the awkwardly long silence, a neutral look on his face as he spoke, and despite those words probably sounding like a joke out of anyone else's mouth, it didn't sound like he was joking.

"I'm not one for advertisement."

His eyes moved off her to glance at the black metal box that was sitting on the larger desk next to him, to indicate there was something in it related to the question he asked next, before his eyes found their way back to her, and even though she was only slightly taller, they still had to angle up to hold eye contact. A fact that didn't seem to bother him.

"When was the last time you ate something other than rations?"

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