Cyrine was -not- fearful. She was not, in any way, wetting her self in terror. She was apprehensive.  An old lover, an old lover who made her brain ...feel..and do, things, that ones brain should not, under -any- circumstance, do and feel, ever....and that being in a very close proximity of said lover made her brain start to hint, to tug and meander at the-very- things it should -not- be doing , seeing, or feeling.  It was stressful, not fearful. The lho sticks, the kiss, Euphrati. All of it helped to calm, and sooth the troubled mind of the odd little budding psyker.  But fear?Fear was not on the table.<br/><br/>She doesn't notice the feral's as she and Euphrati speak casually. Too caught up in the enticing and all too familiar, and far , far , -far- too long forgotten feel of Euphrati's lips against her ear. Her hot breath against her neck as she teased and goaded the girl as to -why- she didn't have a collar.The words, hot, and breathy intending only to help ,do nothing of the sort.  The image clear in Cyrine's mind, the girl, on her knees, in front of the captain. Euphrati behind her, maybe an arm around midsection. A pair of lips around the pulse point on her neck, while the captains soft hands wrapped the thick, warm, and earthy leather around her supple throat. Her mind blips out again,just for a moment, lust giving way to  the warp sinking it's seductive little claws into the back of the girls brain and starting to immediately sing it's beautiful little sirens song.  She is lost, and swimming for a few moments, speaking quiet,near silent nonsense, that if she was conscious of she'd be painfully embarrassed by.  Twenty minutes in, and already...everything was back to normal.<br/><br/>That is until she feels Ehphrati's hand ground her, as it has -so- many times before, and as it will many, many times again , she has no doubt. Cyrine looks grateful, maybe a bit sheepish, but grateful.  And as her hand is released , she continues to meander towards the table as instructed, trying to think on the other womans words, simply nodding in compliance, the lack of fight a clear , 'maybe i'll think about it.'.<br/><br/>She is about to take her seat when she spots the feral worlder, staring at her and curling his lip in disgust.<span style="color: olive">"Un-avowed?" </span>.  The meek, quiet, and partially frightened creature that avoided the captains gaze is no longer in the room. Replacing it is some entirely different being. One that doesn't see the captain, doesn't see -anyone- doesn't feel- anything else, but a slow, churning bubbling anger. Her eyes were not, and never were twitchy. As she was not under the heavy influence of narcotics. A single Lho stick, that still burned brightly in her fingertips. A drink, and a half. Hardly , -hardly- heavy drug use.<span style="color: olive"> " ' twitchy..... half-drugged.... state ' "</span>She repeats again, slowly, lankly walking over to the brutish man with a timbre of annoyance to her voice.<br/><br/>She saunters over, standing directly behind the man now, her lho stick dangling between her lips, she inhales deeply, bends just enough, and exhales smoke inches-above his head, not enough to be -out right- combative, but close enough.<br/><br/>The mop of red hair hangs over Cyrine's implant, hiding the well fit ocular device from plain sight, until she narrows her gaze and gives a rather rude, yet amused smile.<span style="color: olive">"Euphrati....Darling..."</span><br/>She reaches out her hand across the table for her companion<span style="color: olive">, "What am I looking at here...and who is this Un-avowed lesbian,  and when do I get to bed her? If she's  twitchy, and drugged out I imagine it would just make things easier. "</span><br/>She ignores Ana...mostly.  But she can feel the Captains eyes on the back of her neck, it's close...and if it hadn't been for her little....friends distraction, it might almost be enough to send her into a full blown 'episode'.<br/><br/>But thanks to , tall, dark, and distracting...well....That wouldn't be a problem.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>