There was no embarrassment and no look of shame for being caught admiring what little of the blood elf wasn’t hidden by thick leather plates, her big, blue eyes once more drifted back up.<i><b>"I doubt being spontaneous in social situations is really telling about leadership capabilities. Especially combined with the discipline of the military I'm used to..." </b></i>the alien studied her for a moment after the comment, noting the confident smile but the sort of bashful look that still hung around her like a cloud. It was most odd seeing the cool assassin as a fairly warm individual behind closed doors. She responded so easily to flirting and was quick to smile and joke. The Draenei wasn’t quite sure what to think honestly but knew she was only seeing it because Sharr wanted her to at the moment and took confidence in that at least.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“ Spontaneity is quite useful. Sure a plan wins the day but being quick on the feet… or hooves has saved the day just as much , if not more.</span>” While the assassin shrugged and flipped her hair over her back Sakeya took the time to secure her own hair as well, taking a simple leather band from around her wrist and simply tying her short hair back in a small ponytail that would keep most of the azure strands from falling into her eyes and of course her mild perspiration from it as well given the humidity of booty bay and the tension between herself and sharr. Midway during this the assassin spoke up again<b><i> "I'll not ask anything that a history book can answer, but I'm curious. You are obviously a soldier, and have likely seen ten times as much action as me if not more. Why pick up this job as a bounty hunter? I can't see a draenei having either the inclination for it or the need for the gold..." </i></b>and Sakeya could not help but laugh at her joke aimed at Tyberus.<br/><br/>It was quite clear she was none too fond of the hawk but at least she could joke about it now.  Stilling her warm laughter she nudged Sharr’s knee with her own her other hoof clomping on the floor as she shifted her weight on the stool the much larger woman leaning slightly forward. “ What? I have no women to spoil with the gold and at least the bird cannot talk back…” she teases back, winking in a very human gesture at Sharr , making it obvious just how much time she’d spent with the race during her Alliance days.<br/><br/>After the joke however she gets slightly more serious once more, taking hold of her dogtags gently and running a dusky blue thumb over them in remembrance.<span style="color: blue"> “ My time serving in the Alliance was not as a common soldier. I never killed a member of the Horde , after all I was never on the front lines. And I preferred it that way.”</span>The Draenei looks up from her memento to Sharr’s eyes, smiling gently as if more for herself than for the benefit of the elf.<span style="color: blue"> “ I do not really care for the gold. I also do not lust for crystal or mushrooms. I have needs and wants like any of the other races.” </span>Her hand drops the dogtags and they clatter together, their metallic sounds stilled by the Draenei’s palm after a moment. “<span style="color: blue"> I did not want to kill your people, nor any of the Horde. It felt like just so recently we’d helped reignite the Sunwell… only for our race to be asked to take up arms against the Horde when there’s so much more threatening Azeroth.”</span>Sakeya huffs and shrugs her shoulders, the  woman looking up at the ceiling for a moment in thought and then back to the assassin. “<span style="color: blue"> I suppose a bounty hunter is none the more helpful to my new home but I do not have the other race’s blood on my hands then over petty conflicts. “ </span>A long pause follows.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“But why you? You could have stayed with your people, no?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>