[There is that light stillness to her, although that sharpness remains within her green eyes as their depths settle on him, more focused. She doesn't need to be a mind reader, can guess where his own mind goes with that.
The good guys.
She'd once thought that was exactly what they were, had never questioned it too deeply. Follow orders, get the objective, make it back. It had seemed easy enough, simple enough, just soldiers doing what soldiers were trained to do.
Yet her gaze is cast away, moving across those who have come here in search of attire as well.]
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The good guys.
She'd once thought that was exactly what they were, had never questioned it too deeply. Follow orders, get the objective, make it back. It had seemed easy enough, simple enough, just soldiers doing what soldiers were trained to do.
Yet her gaze is cast away, moving across those who have come here in search of attire as well.]
The people here do seem to be varied.