Salinas wasn't sure if Veche had been flirting with his words, Salinas kept her focus on the noble man anyway. After all he may very well be a friend of the Captains, and Salinas was determined to get the job above any other concern. As the word fear left the noble mans mouth, her face scrunched up, her thick lips pouting and she nodded as she listened to both words from both men. "Fear, you can't have fear on Nazca, fear is a thing you banish from you." She speaks suddenly with resolute seriousness. "You can't let the fear come upon you, its like a sickness." At this point Salinas returned her trophies to her bag and stood with each hand gripping her elbow.<br/><br/>"Nazca has seen tourists, never a hunter though. Not that I have ever heard anyway. Usually its just men coming to see topless women in the jungle," Her inflection changed on a dime, from her serious resoluteness to a return jab, after hearing Veche's seeming flirtatious words she decided to throw one to either one of the men. Though her eyes were locked with the noble, after all she had an inclination that he was someone important who needed to be impressed and catered to. Salinas may be an offworlder but she understood the rules of social hierarchies, on Nazca or anywhere else.<br/><br/>Salinas' gaze was only broken momentarily by the sight of red headed woman, her hair waving and bright. Red hair carried some significance on Nazca. The title of "fire scalp," usually came to those with red hair. Some important people even dying it red to signify their importance. Was that the captain? To Salinas it seemed a good bet, she had tattoos, red hair, but then she raised  an eyebrow thinking that a captain must wear some sort of fancier headdress. They just have to don't they? "For the most part I've heard Nazcan's just leave the commissars behind, they point at a target world and we make it the hunting grounds." Salinas said again, rejoined the conversation after her momentary distraction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>