{Hallway, outside living quarters]<br/><br/>Aiayla watches the woman's body, the little hints of personality that could be pulled from the subtle movements. Another hothead it seemed. Someone that didn't like to back down, and that would be all up in someone's face. How come it seemed like so many of those types got caught up in this. Maybe it was just that type of person that the job called for. She watched as the woman tossed the cigarette butt her way, not falling for the rouse, and figuring it a showing towards her. She smirks and chuckles openly. "I can't say I disagree too much. As long as I make it out ok, then I could care less what happens. I'm sure you understand..." She unfolds her arms, holding them out slightly, in a very nonchalant, but dramatic way, to her sides, and starts to slowly walk backwards. "... just get the job done, right? No matter who we might need to throw to the... erm... tentacles."<br/><br/>She wasn't completely blocking the hall, but she wasn't actively getting out of the way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>