emotions are the path least traveled, even with a well paid government assigned therapist guiding her through her antisocial tendencies, all she can meet VECTOR with is a blank stare. blank being the operative word, she hasn't forgotten, the end of his gun placed at the back of her head & the shackles that soon followed, if christine hadn't made anything of her life in service to the glory of the united states of america anger would very soon bubble under the surface. instead her eyes glaze over his figure, they do not pierce, they do not intake any detail beyond a change in the lining of his armor. β new color? β she observes, the decades have changed little.
Even dressed in civilian gear, the honeycomb shape of the ACMS cloak is visible under the rain coat he threw over it to protect it from the snow and sleet, though it reflects red instead of the bright blue that it had shown when they last worked together.
She gives him a blank stare and he returns the expression, emotions schooled carefully off of his face as he considers the situation. The last time they had met, he had put her in restraints and handed her off to the government.
It seemed she had made the best of becoming a canary in a cage.
"It is good to see you found your niche." His words slur slightly, dragged by the scar on the corner of his mouth. "You seem to have lost your touch a bit."
