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Cairis had to grin at that.

"If they're dumb enough to be our enemies, then they've only brought that shite on themselves," she agreed.

She gestured at the hovering camera drones; palm-sized devices that moved about with subtle whirring noises.

"I suppose there's nothing else to do but take your picture," she mused.  "You can't help that you have a dark, dashing, slightly wicked appearance."

The drones took pictures of him from four different angles and then retreated.

    Her usual scowl only deepens as he speaks, but truthfully she was pleased by his response; no excuses, no apologies, only a promise of improvement and a fire in his eyes to back up his words. The distinct lack of hesitation caught her attention most of all, his questions being proof enough of the sheer passion he had in his position, idly, she ponders why he hadn’t been promoted to her side sooner, truly a pity that it took such dangerous times and drastic measures to bring such potential to light.

    “ An excellent point Lieutenant. ” She says, bringing up a datapad to scan the data again, analyzing it for anything they may have missed.