Which isn't all that surprising given her background, but does make the fact that she's on the island something of an issue. She's done her best to minimise sticking out: she swapped her expensive armour for plainer, practical clothes before she left the Katabami and she's loosened her posture to appear less military. There's nothing she can do to change the fact that as a 5'5'' woman she's not physically intimidating and presents a more attractive target for the kind of lowlifes slumming around. Not that she's worried about losing any fights -- she just doesn't want to have them in the first place.
Motochika is a solution.
Perhaps she should feel a little ashamed of using her captain as a means to an end, but right now when she spots him at the bar she doesn't hesitate to slip into the space next to him. She rests her forearms on the bar, slouching forward, and motions to the bartender for a drink. The key to deception is commitment: a few drinks of dubious quality is a small price to pay for peace. Really, the only flaw in her act is the flicker of disgust that she cannot quite keep from her expression as her sleeves stick slightly to the tacky bar top.]
I don't think that I want to know what's coating any surface here.
[She says to him quietly, as she looks at him and finally sees his new bruise. She raises her eyebrows.]
You look like you've been enjoying yourself, Captain.
[If the impression that they are together is clear then she'll have less trouble coming her way, since Motochika is physically intimidating and seems to have already laid the foundations of reputation down. Any trouble that does come he can soak up. He enjoys brawling, so she won't have to feel guilty about it either. What could possibly go wrong?]
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Which isn't all that surprising given her background, but does make the fact that she's on the island something of an issue. She's done her best to minimise sticking out: she swapped her expensive armour for plainer, practical clothes before she left the Katabami and she's loosened her posture to appear less military. There's nothing she can do to change the fact that as a 5'5'' woman she's not physically intimidating and presents a more attractive target for the kind of lowlifes slumming around. Not that she's worried about losing any fights -- she just doesn't want to have them in the first place.
Motochika is a solution.
Perhaps she should feel a little ashamed of using her captain as a means to an end, but right now when she spots him at the bar she doesn't hesitate to slip into the space next to him. She rests her forearms on the bar, slouching forward, and motions to the bartender for a drink. The key to deception is commitment: a few drinks of dubious quality is a small price to pay for peace. Really, the only flaw in her act is the flicker of disgust that she cannot quite keep from her expression as her sleeves stick slightly to the tacky bar top.]
I don't think that I want to know what's coating any surface here.
[She says to him quietly, as she looks at him and finally sees his new bruise. She raises her eyebrows.]
You look like you've been enjoying yourself, Captain.
[If the impression that they are together is clear then she'll have less trouble coming her way, since Motochika is physically intimidating and seems to have already laid the foundations of reputation down. Any trouble that does come he can soak up. He enjoys brawling, so she won't have to feel guilty about it either. What could possibly go wrong?]