Noctisardor Bypass I am that technology allowed.

Everybody and their babies. Fiona was sick to death of hearing about them, though she remained interested enough in the conversation. Something about the way Amadeo looked at Anselm seemed off, though Fiona couldn't place exactly what was going on between them. Anselm wore his emotions on the surface, and he was quite clearly miffed by the whole situation. Amadeo excused himself, and Fiona figured if he was truly interested in having his wounds taken care of, he would come find her later.

Once the newcomer was out of sight, Fiona turned to Anselm. Why are you always rude to everybody you meet? she asked, not a hint of accusation in her voice, despite the nature of the question. He'd been like that with her, and Fiona was pretty sure he was just... unhappy in his core. Likely unwilling to admit what she (and possibly Etienne) knew about him.