[There is a long silence, Siva'co's chin raising by degrees, glancing down the length of his odd, flat nose, green eyes inscrutable, waiting for her to finish. As inscrutable as his expression may be, his mind is not. That thin thread of approval widens into a band. A press against Rhan's mind- something of a relief after other conversations.]
Good. [There's a low rumble to the edge of his voice] You have a mind for infiltration.
[Better than his own- he could- function under the constraints, but alien or not, soldier radiates off of him in waves.]
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Good. [There's a low rumble to the edge of his voice] You have a mind for infiltration.
[Better than his own- he could- function under the constraints, but alien or not, soldier radiates off of him in waves.]