"...sure look like somethin' with your chest puffed out like that," she mutters, somewhere between disdain and boredom.
Except now she thinks someone needs to sneak into his quarters some night and paint a smiley face over that Con symbol. Just Because. It'd make her smile at least, which the current topic of conversation isn't.
"It's called we all got shafted by something even nastier! Aren't you listening? You think this is black and white, us versus them type slag!?"
Flashpoint looks him up and down, engine huffing with the memory of D-Void, something wild in her optics. Should she know him? Her memory of the enemy watch list has some holes in it. "Never been ordered to kill you, so nope. Don't know you. Why, you some pro racer or something?"
Hmm I need to make more icons, yes.
Except now she thinks someone needs to sneak into his quarters some night and paint a smiley face over that Con symbol. Just Because. It'd make her smile at least, which the current topic of conversation isn't.
"It's called we all got shafted by something even nastier! Aren't you listening? You think this is black and white, us versus them type slag!?"
Flashpoint looks him up and down, engine huffing with the memory of D-Void, something wild in her optics. Should she know him? Her memory of the enemy watch list has some holes in it. "Never been ordered to kill you, so nope. Don't know you. Why, you some pro racer or something?"
She's screwed if that's the case.