Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

Arcturus's reciprocity of her underlying tone was not missed, nor was it appreciated. This was different from how it had been with the others; she was not looking for a fling, but knew that with one misstep, their friendship could find a fatal shift. 

Her smile slowly fell as she turned away, shame evident in her stature. Ying began to walk away, but stopped to clarify her reasoning. I am feeling sick — lie — Maybe, we will find each other later, for a patrol.