The Sunspire All these worlds are yours -- except Europa

See?  She was totally right.  The real question was did they actually have an appreciation for her skills, what she could do... A tentative grasp, maybe, given that she was being conscripted into training "troops" but at such a basic level...  Maybe not.  It was things like that made her feel starkly different than all the others, perhaps too much.

Treason obviously had very different priorities than they did.  That and probably a not great comprehension of how much time pups could take.  Shouldn't they know by now what lay ahead?  Treason would have figured that out soon for sure -- then again, she also probably wouldn't have a single question about her rank through anything.  Since Rannoch gave a rather noncommittal answer and so her initial response was an equally vague, a simple, Hm, and a nod.  How was she supposed to figure out her own future if the ones that controlled one path of it didn't have an idea for their own?  It had basically been the answer she'd wanted to hear the least -- even more than "nope, sorry, leader spots are full, kthnxbai."

With that still in the air, she'd probably keep her other plans to herself for now.  She veered to one side to sniff at a tree a couple of yards off the normal route she took.  It was just nicely placed, an obvious tree to mark, but no new news on it.  Treason rubbed her cheek and shoulder up against it, then returned back to the trail.  When you do figure it out, I'm sure you'll let us all know?  'Because some of us want plans.'   Treason wasn't exactly going out of her way to hide the way she felt about it, she just wanted to know one way or another -- to know if she needed to try to impress him or instead search elsewhere.