[Because of his silence, Seviilia almost doesn't notice him. The noise of the station was enough to distract her, the familiarity of it easy to get lost in -- but its his breathing, his beating heart that eventually draws her attention, shortly before he opts to greet her formally.
The archaicness of the weapons is familiar too -- more familiar than just about everything else in the Station had been. She observes the room around her before answering more formally, with a light crease in her brow.]
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The archaicness of the weapons is familiar too -- more familiar than just about everything else in the Station had been. She observes the room around her before answering more formally, with a light crease in her brow.]
I did not aim to interrupt you.