Ankyra Sound burn that bridge when you come to it

she oft wondered if there was something on her face that made others assume the worst of her. though it showed some form of intelligence that they were wary. she was not a 'nice' person by any means. merely unknown to the Teekons, her ambition and also her skills... well, they were not known to the natives. a woman would approach, looking none too pleased to see her. perhaps they had a little line with Diaspora... she had basically told one of their members to 'go fuck themselves' after all.

though the memory brought a smile to her insides over a mirthless sneer. outwardly, her expression was still nothing. "greetings" she would remain respectful of the pack's border. her tone soft and void. "does this community have room for one more?" she was not done yet, however. "I am a" scientist "healer." these heathens did not know the meaning of scientific methods. if she was to meet one among the Teekons who did, well... she would show some surprise against her dull face.