<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>"Miss?"  Angela chuckled and shook her head, "Angela is just fine. I don't think I can actually recall anyone ever calling me Miss before. Feels a bit too formal and well the crowd of people I usually associated with are none to formal" she said and went to shrug but then winced with the pain in her side, pushing the pain aside she started off toward the mess hall. "So Dren..." she began not really sure what to say to him but having an urge to fill the silence that accompanied them. Noticing the few looks and stares that he got she actually snarled at a couple of those who stared a bit too long for her comfort, "You get use to it....or learn to make them think twice about staring...." that last bit said with a smirk being in reference to her snarling at a few of them.<br/><br/>"Being different on a ship full of people can suck but the cause we fight for makes the uncomfortable moments and out of place feeling worth it" again she was going to shrug but managed to stop herself before she did. Odd really that she was on a ship with what was suppose to be her fellow 'humans' and yet she no longer felt that bond for them like she did before she underwent her transformation. She protected them all with her life willingly but still when she stepped out of her mech it was like she was an alien herself walking among those who were suppose to be her own kind.<br/><br/>Once again pushing her thoughts aside for the company she had at hand she focused once more, "So you left your people to see if there was something on the other end of the galaxy and found yourself in the middle of a religious where a dying race is fighting to survive? Quite a situation huh?" she chuckled finding humor in the rather grim situation.</div></blockquote>