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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>"You are safe, also." </i><br/>
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It was an odd thing for him to say. And in that moment, Zara recalled the brush of heat against her shoulder... the way he'd no doubt touched her, it seemed almost... across a line somehow but she didn't seem to mind. She certainly hadn't at the time, and even now it didn't really provoke the usual response of disdain that others would, maybe she was just biased. It was easier to accept someone else who seemed to be shunned over her own team, there was no bad history there and he seemed to follow her better than they ever did just by not arguing the moment she gave him an order. It was almost a relief to find someone who did obey her, maybe the respectful trait would catch on, at least she hoped so. The raven haired woman did glance back to see a pair of eyes that had an unyielding gaze, it almost unsteadied her path. Something about him seemed odd.<br/>
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Zara was watching the male intently as he sat, the way his posture seemed to ease into the position made her relax somewhat. His words caused a soft chuckle to leave her lips. Her gaze drifted down to watch the material tear, revealing a well muscled limb beneath. The female didn't hesitate to curl her delicate fingers around his wrist as the other guided the needle toward a prominent vein. "You may feel a slight prick," The woman murmured softly before glancing up to reveal those luminescent orbs and a warm smile as the cylinder began to fill with the dark crimson fluid. What she hadn't expected was the way he hissed, it had her off guard and when she felt the brush of his hand over hers, the glass cylinder tumbled to the ground with a soft oath and a somewhat delicate crack. <br/>
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The woman was staring down at the small pool of blood, preparing to clean it when she noticed the glimmer of.. silver, was it? Her eyes squinted slightly, it seemed odd that he rose, he wasn't going to give her another chance to get more even though it could have an impact on his health? The female decided to take a seat on the bed, resting the curve of her rear against it as she watched the way he touched the machines, almost as if he was reaching out for something familiar. "Well, it is another planet completely." Her soft words paused, he seemed to have felt violent, maybe that's why he was locked away. "Did you hurt another of your team?" Zara felt her pitch lower as she questioned the male, as well as her mind reminding her of the pistol fastened against her hip.<br/>
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The female crossed her arms over her ample chest as she watched Silverman, his words touched a note within her, but it didn't sway her from her own beliefs. What truly caught her interest was the smile she saw creep over his lips, she just about caught it. "I'm more concerned as to why you think these weapons are meant for you," She whispered softly as she made another mental note with how his expression seemed far more... excited than she'd imagined that type of conversation to give. However, as he moved toward her... the familiar stir inside her returned. He was towering over her, and that alone made her abdomen clench ever so slightly. There was just something about him that set her body off all on its own. "Not at all," Her voice turned tender as her lashes fluttered upward, allowing her luminescent blue orbs to focus up to him. "I have weapons for what we may encounter here, not for you. Even then, it's only for any violent beings that wish us harm.. There have been a few missions I've been on where there seemed to be almost... sweet entities that were killed simply for being what they were. I'm here to protect life, mainly from my team." A hint of a smile played on her lips as a slight shrug rippled over her petite shoulders, causing her mounds to shift with her small movement. <br/>
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Zara rose from the bed, nearing his form a little more before she placed two soft, warm hands against his hips and gently guided him to sit back on the bed. After digging in the drawer once more, she brought out a small hand held device with a slightly odd looking spout that was at the opposite end of the handle. "I feel like... I'm never really part of a team," The female opened up almost reluctantly as she eased the spout against his ear, she clicked the button and waited as her gaze slid over him in a rather obvious manner. "You see, I join these missions to help keep people in line. Most don't like that. Since I work alone, I have to enforce by myself, and to get respect... Well, you can forget it. They see me as a babysitter they don't need. Some of them have tried to fight me off in the past. Usually that means there's something to hide... One team I found had discovered an alien lifeform. They hadn't seen anything like it... If you ask me, it was kind of sweet... They tortured it, I mean it was screaming in pain. I intervened and found myself on the other end of the barrel." The woman used her free hand to tug at the zipper of her suit, drawing the skin tight clothing open at the front, the zipper splaying out to the sides before revealing soft, perky mounds concealed in a black lycra bra (that almost caused them to spill out over the top) before revealing a small round circle of scar tissue underneath her left breast. <br/>
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"I don't consider myself a contradiction, no." Black strands were escaping from the messy bun as she leaned her head down to scoop the zipper back up into her fingers and draw it all the way up, concealing her form as the machine in her hand beeped. Zara slowly drew the machine closer, eyeing the temperature. "You seem a little cold, are you feeling alright?" Almost tenderly, as if not to frighten him, the female placed the back of her delicate fingers to his forehead. It all seemed fine to her. "We can worry about the blood later." After placing the thermometer down, the female grabbed a nearby cloth and squatted down as she began to clear up the blood. She didn't give it a second thought, she simply dabbed up the blood before picking at the glass. A sharp sting caught her index finger, causing a soft curse to escape from her lips. Immediately she rose, dumping the cloth and the majority of the glass into a waste bin before she nursed the droplet of blood forming on the very tip of her finger. "Shit, please tell me you're feeling okay, because that was foolish of me... Especially considering cross contamination," there was almost a frightened expression taking hold of her delicate features as she began to look around for the correct set of drawers for the protocol of shots she needed, just in case.<br/>
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