#nektariistic

Jureppu took a deep breath before turning her attention to the one who dared disturb her meal time, eyes narrowing. She had specifically picked this corner of the mess hall to avoid having to interact with anyone as no one liked sitting here. Too cold or some nonsense. In fact, she could see several empty tables nearby this soldier could have sat at instead of bothering her.

“It’s not taken, no.” She replied, still eyeing- and judging- the far shorter woman- another Brench-sejin like herself, it appeared, but sharing a race meant nothing to her. Her hair was too fluffy, probably needed a combing; she was almost too yellow; she was tiny (then again, who wasn’t compared to herself); she was overconfident, if her question was anything to go by. On the positive side- she had nice legs. Perhaps too thick for Jureppu’s tastes, but they were very shapely.

She considered telling the soldier to go elsewhere, leave her alone, but she had obviously seen that there were more empty chairs nearby and still asked. This one would not be so easily swayed. It was well enough- Jureppu was almost done eating anyway. A few minutes of... pleasant conversation couldn’t be that bad. She’d find out her name, rank, assignment and, if she was a low-class soldier, she’d pull some strings to have her assigned extra chores for bothering her. It was a fair exchange.