Ignored, then rejected. The area around Tenno's right brow twitched slightly and it was as if the lights throughout the entire ship's main lights flickered as if there had been some sort of minor power fluctuation. Most people probably ignored it as it was a normal occurrence on any ship and even on the ground in any home. Her eyes just watched him as he would go on to have that cider all to himself. Then there was the whole group of pilots that came in and she arched her left brow slightly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Are they all going to ignore me?</span>Her thoughts seemed relatively annoyed with the whole, being ignored thing. Her fingers drummed slightly on her outer thigh, watching as they cornered the so called Angel of Death, whom didn't really have all that much interest in anyone. His responses were relatively predictable, anti-social almost, and instinctual. This man was well trained in the art of combat as within the next eight minutes he was able to combat a group of pilots. When the Cider had been knocked out of his hand, that tiny robot from earlier began to clean it up while all the ruckus was going on. Once the other Pilots were all sent off to the infirmary she simply seemed to glare at the man.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFBF">"Major Tenno doesn't like being ignored,"</span>her tone became sarcastic combined with a relatively annoyed vibe. She hopped up onto the stool beside the man and crossed one leg over the knee of the other, reaching over and resting her hands on the bar top. A holograph screen appearing in front of her in which she would customize a drink. Pina Colada mixed with fresh bananas, a little bit of milk and a splash of mango juice concentrate. The little drone seen before actually began moving around behind the bar and made the drink, even going as far as using the blender on its own before placing a mason jar down in front of her and pouring her the drink and garnishing the glass.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">"Bon Appetit Mademoiselle,"</span>The machine would chirp with a synthesized voice before going about the room and cleaning things, including just dust or rearranging things left laying around by pilots. It seemed to not really care until it had something to be done as it literally worked around any obstacle it may come across.<br/><br/>On the other hand, she still sat there and brought the drink to her lips, watching Hunter.<span style="color: #40BFBF">"I still find it interesting that they'd ignore me, despite their lower ranks. It's kind of annoying,"</span>As a Major she was a Squadron Commander, she had her own squadron known as the Skulls. What made her squadron a bit different and mysterious though, was that she was the only known member of the Squadron, it was as if the other fighters in her squadron were completely automated.<span style="color: #40BFBF">"On top of harassing another pilot... Kinda pitiful."</span>She leaned slightly towards the bar, though there wasn't much sex appeal. Her form while slender and petite was still overall androgynous.