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When Montana had addressed her, just like when she’d met him, she forced back a smile that threatened to curve her full lips. Rather, she simply inclined her head to him with a soft smirk, the closest she’d come to a smile in ages. She kept her distance from the others, rolling her eyes as Murphy devoured the chicken he’d been given by Montana and then the damned dog looked up at the man as if he hung the moon. Andriette snorted at the dog, but was silently grateful for the meal Montana had given him. It had been a while, she was sure, that she’d been able to provide a snack so delicious for him.<br/>
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As Andriette’s eyes scanned over the group before her, she dropped her bat to the ground, watching as the sharpened nails dug into the ground, causing the bat to stand erect. Since her hands were now free, she dug into the tight pockets of her pants and produced a single cigarette, one she’d been saving, and a translucent pink lighter. She placed the cigarette between her lips and lit it, releasing an exhale of smoke as her dark eyes collectively roamed over the others. She’d make no impressions beforehand, but as she took a draw off of her cigarette and exhaled once more, her eyes met with Montana’s and she gave him a wink in response to the one he’d given her. “I won’t say I’m impressed, that would give you too much satisfaction too early and I wouldn’t want to give you a big ego.” Even as her sharp tone spoke the words, she assessed them one by one as they arrived. Her gaze landed on Liora and while she had the overwhelming urge to want to protect the gentler looking girl, Andriette suspected the girl was like a kitten - soft and cute, however every kitten had claws and as she assessed the girl, she found that this particular kitten might have a bit more claw to her than the others might expect. Then, her eyes landed on Tatum.<br/>
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As she regarded her, she found that she had the same feeling about her, though a bit different. The girl seemed meek, out of place, but Andriette suspected that the girl had been like that long before the outbreak. She found that she could definitely relate to that. Andriette knew how others saw her. Residents in The Spire kept away from her, all of them fearing her to be some kind of murderous ex marine, but she’d also never given them a reason to think otherwise. Perhaps they were right. Maybe they were wrong. Andriette didn’t really give a damn, but she’d been living in a man’s world her entire life and despite that, she’s always climbed to the top of the ranks. Andriette had a very real, scary ability to take her emotions out of the equation, even from childhood. However, being a Marine had solidified that. She’d killed women, children, and men all in the name of freedom and she’d done it without blinking. All for what, for the world to go to hell? As she regarded the group, now focused on the men, she saw the appeal that Montana had for them. A bunch of misfits, yes, but all of them either unwanted by other crews or they didn’t quite fit in. Though, as she cataloged the pending crew, particularly their leader, all of her worries from before seemed to disappear. Unstable as they might be, she felt that between them all, they each were alike in some small way. And in a world full of death and destruction at every turn, even the smallest of similarities were a gift. Glancing down at Murphy, who was unusually calm around this many people, she took another drag of her cigarette and gave the lightest of smiles in Montana’s direction and nothing more, her own way of confirming that she liked what she saw. Andriette wasn’t one to praise others - she was a woman of few words, but her actions from that moment forth would speak volumes.<br/>
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