Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

[Xing]

Isabelle wasn't too certain the woman was talking to her, and reacted very slow - too slow, her brain told her. She looked up at the commander with a polite smile, an automatic one she put on in front of strangers marked as "friendlies".

"I suppose so, commander. Isabelle Kaitlyn... but please don't call me by my rank here, I'm fine with the spotlights turned on the other side."

Isabelle looked at the woman, her pretty - but definitively cold - cyan eyes examining, analysing in the matter of a few seconds. She looked defiant, that was her first impression. Of course, the standard rivalry between the services was strong, and to those space folks, the land forces were lagging behind them like a backward military force. But to talk so directly to a general, this required either courage or much ignorance. Considering the intelligent eyes that were looking at her, she'd think the first option made more sense. A good soldier, with a strong head. A good libertonian soldier.

Basically, not an enemy. Isabelle smiled softly to camouflage her emotions.
"Of course, I'm not even supposed to be here, so you've never seen me."
She sighed a bit, tasting of the beer she was holding in her hands without really appreciating the taste.
"I've never gotten used to dining with politicians. They talk too much, mostly mutual boot-licking... - and you've never heard me say that either..."

Quick nod,
"So, how's the fleet performing, commander? It's been quite a while I've been to the stars..."

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