[ he doesn't recognize her when he sees her, which isn't necessarily surprising since he has yet to meet most of the other orbers in the station (particularly because newton's cheat sheet in describing the group was never at all helpful to begin with, anyway). the little he can read before she speaks is the details in her clothes still bloody from the fight, in the weapon at her hip, in the mug of what smells like alcohol from where he sits, in how she takes her own seat in front of him despite the excess empty ones around — she's a woman who doesn't particularly care in what others dare to think of her and makes it a point to make that known.
before he even opens his mouth again to consider another response, he considers her voice, instantly familiar, and while he might not have been in the best condition at the time, it'd be hard to forget the voice that gave him a bit of a boost of encouragement in those struggling moments.
lips shaping into its own subtly amused smirk, he doesn't immediately answer, his good hand getting another spoonful of cereal to bring into his mouth, chewing almost loudly as he looks at her before he swallows it down, pointing the spoon in her direction. ]
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before he even opens his mouth again to consider another response, he considers her voice, instantly familiar, and while he might not have been in the best condition at the time, it'd be hard to forget the voice that gave him a bit of a boost of encouragement in those struggling moments.
lips shaping into its own subtly amused smirk, he doesn't immediately answer, his good hand getting another spoonful of cereal to bring into his mouth, chewing almost loudly as he looks at her before he swallows it down, pointing the spoon in her direction. ]
You're the mystery sass woman.