Initial apprehension is an obstacle to a more fitting reaction, whilst a sense of familiarity is given within the translation of her data into another realm — there is less than comfortability found in knowing how they have been used yet again as pawns of a scheme they fully ignored. Anger or frustration were a common, brimming her to the top. And yet, it is as if a sense of confidence is attempting to irrupt her selected repertory of emotions.
Pink irises look around, curiosity ensued over their environs more than the two persons before her.
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Strange, she could not perceive anything outside what her reduced vision range allowed. Her limited access didn’t permit more recognition than the minimal information that has been disclosed. At least, Serph was with them and made her feel more at ease than knowing herself with a handful of unknown faces that could become an obstacle later.
Argilla immediately spoke the instant she was allowed to. “Who died and made you the leader? With what right you speak like this to us?” It is a tad idiotic to be so upfront, mainly toward someone whose life was now bounded to her own but it is unavoidable; how dare she be inconsiderate of their opinions and pretend having utter control? Maybe a competitive nature has arisen without Argilla’s consent, straightforwardness a part hardly difficult to ignore and retreating her words was not an option.
Even if this individual thought herself as most suitable for the commanding sides, the sniper knew someone far more capable — her own leader, despite a man of few words; she wasn’t about to comply on the tactics of a mere stranger.
"We can’t go recklessly like it’s nothing, specially if we’re planning to survive."
