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While the fact Cobra was of a different breed than the rest of his comrades was far from lost on Sarita, his visible nonchalance—disappointment, even—with her vessel was unexpected to her. What was he expecting exactly?
“On the contrary, I rather enjoy the quiet. It gives me time to read, to pray, to reflect, to practice.” Cobra tilted his head a little, and, sensing his confusion, she quickly turned to the side, a non-threatening 90° from him, and in a flash of robotic motion almost invisible to the eye, she was in a combat-ready posture. Her hip holster was empty, with both arms at a relaxed bend, gloved hands holding some unfamiliar design of sidearm perfectly straight out in the air.
After the silent explanation, she returned to her previous position almost as swiftly, and finally went to unstrap her cardamine mask. Her face had more lines on it than one would expect from a typical woman of her apparent age, but she was no typical Sirian—even aside from the long lifespans of the Outcasts. Her mouth and cheeks bore a gentle smile, seemingly indicating that she thought little exceptional about the display.
“One finds ways to keep oneself occupied, and is grateful for the serenity which is so rare to come by in the sector regardless of occupation.”
