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In his more detailed examination, his attention might be drawn to the altar at the starboard side of the bridge. The wooden table that served as the structure for it all had a lower shelf, just above the floor, with several leather-bound books and assorted religious paraphernalia on it. At the other side of the room, on the coffee table, was a book in English—a political history book, covering the evolution of Bretonia-Kusari relations and the Tau war that took place over a decade ago. While the bridge wasn't stuffy, it seemed Sarita had almost an obsession with keeping everything in her living quarters thoroughly orderly.
“In that regard, then, we are quite different. Breaks from the norm are good, healthy even, but I prefer to be the initiator there. Perhaps that's why I initiated this series of transactions between us rather than the other way around.” She smiled a little more broadly, ever playing the polite-but-distant acquaintance. Yet her words seemed inviting, as if she was unwilling to discard the façade on her own but was open to a shift in dynamic if Cobra would plainly pursue that route. In this, she was subtly taking the initiative herself, and she imagined her acquaintance would pick up on it.
