heavy words cut through the fabric of silence that cloaks the two of them. it was an unexpected question that causes the captain to stop what she was doing and pry golden eyes away from the dagger and cloth in her hands. head tilts in her direction, digesting the words and prolonging the silence. avantika feigns any judgement. there is a quirk of her brow and a provocative frown that seemingly agrees with her companion. “ and if i don’t ... ” in actuality, she is quite neutral about the barbarian, about everyone in fact— she relies solely on the judgement of their captain and so far they have not done anything that would warrant a bounty on their heads. avantika leans back in her chair, partially amused. “ please. do indulge me as to what makes you say so? to be quite truthful, i do not like anyone. ”