Lion Head Mesa (ap) talking to a plant in the corner

Sabah’s eyes floated from Germanicus to their surroundings, as if she could hide from the question he’d asked of her. The young captain’s jaw tightened, before relaxing.

Only a bit. I was never allowed to before, thought I’d take advantage of the opportunity. She said with a hint of petulance in her tone, before it vanished.

I used to have to serve at these. Now, I sit in the corner and watch. I can make as much eye contact as I want without anyone calling a foul upon my person for doing so. She really shouldn’t keep talking, but the words jumbled between tongue and esophagus and she felt she’d gag on the words if she didn’t spill them from her lips.