Moonspear unfortune

Rather flash in the pan, he saw why Hydra liked her.

Hawkish gaze, a mouth of good teeth, and an unwavering sense of duty. He wouldn't have considered her much of a soldier at first glance, but demeanor was certainly half of the battle. It was always the small ones to watch for though, wasn't it? A humored note escaped him, though he had been keen to watch her much in the way she did him now.

"I see our queen left out the part where you're supposed to enjoy my poor sense of humor." A thin smile graced him, feeling the best way to beat a joke to death was to literally just beat it to death. "But you've certainly been on top of things. You cut some of the paths through here earlier, didn't you?" He wasn't entirely oblivious to the fact that she was constantly moving, nor was he about to hold her up for the sake of conversation. He gestured to the path ahead—they could walk and talk just as well.