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She does not fault Annaliese for the question, knowing she would say the same in the fiery woman's position. I have a terrible weakness for pretty faces, She quips first, lips curving briefly, but a more serious answer follows quickly. You've already proven that you are reliable, and driven; it could not have been easy to travel the land alone, wounded and in the middle of a famine, with winter looming. And clearly, you have ambitions. That is what I sought in Diaspora's leaders when I came here, yet they've proven disappointing. Truth be told, I would sooner follow you, if you've a mind to lead; you are less a stranger to me than Mahler or Takiyok. She knows she cannot lead herself. She has already committed herself to something, and she distrusts her youth far too much to make such important decisions anyway. Annaliese, however, seems to tick all the boxes so far: ambitious, dependable, and full of charisma. But perhaps she does not want it; perhaps she only seeks a stable home, Antha reminds herself, shuttering the line of thought before it can go too far.