Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

The stranger matches her gait but she does not gain any proper momentum to charge. Nox holds back too; the last thing she needs is to start fights so soon after joining, and contributing so little for show. How good would that reflect upon her? A new swab mouthing off to the higher ups. She snorts.
 
“Nox,” she barks back, taking a few steps forward and searching high and low for further signs. “Who’re you?”