To occupy her time, she fiddled with the tiny mirror communicating back and forth with more people than she could deal with right now. So much information at one time had started to give her headache. About the only good thing that came from any of the conversations was word from Dualscar. That, at least, brought a smile back onto her face. Though, it did nothing to lighten the mood. More than a fair share of individuals proclaimed their knowledge of her death, and something about that irked her to the very core.
So much in fact that she had hardly heard Stein address her. She slammed that infuriating little mirror shut, her aggression masked behind the best smile she could produce under stress. "No need for apologies. I wasn't expecting you to be so prompt." She raises from her seat, much too eager to leave this place behind on the prospective of new outfits a drink. Mindfang is much too materialistic for her own good.
But she has to ask, this has been bugging her since the man's face appeared on her communicator screen. "Can I touch that?" She points to the screw head. "It's going right through you think pan. How are you still alive?"
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To occupy her time, she fiddled with the tiny mirror communicating back and forth with more people than she could deal with right now. So much information at one time had started to give her headache. About the only good thing that came from any of the conversations was word from Dualscar. That, at least, brought a smile back onto her face. Though, it did nothing to lighten the mood. More than a fair share of individuals proclaimed their knowledge of her death, and something about that irked her to the very core.
So much in fact that she had hardly heard Stein address her. She slammed that infuriating little mirror shut, her aggression masked behind the best smile she could produce under stress. "No need for apologies. I wasn't expecting you to be so prompt." She raises from her seat, much too eager to leave this place behind on the prospective of new outfits a drink. Mindfang is much too materialistic for her own good.
But she has to ask, this has been bugging her since the man's face appeared on her communicator screen. "Can I touch that?" She points to the screw head. "It's going right through you think pan. How are you still alive?"