[Hallway, outside of living quarters]<br/>Aiayla maintains eye contact with the woman as she moves to slide past her. She was enjoying herself at this moment, and found this woman to be rather amusing. Maybe it's because in the short period of time, unlike the others, she didn't feel that this woman was as compromising a personality to her own safety as the others. Or maybe it's that she sensed a hint of scarring to her that the others lacked. She wasn't quite sure. But when she felt her armor tapped against, she quickly remembered what her initial plans in the hallway were, and frowned for a moment at being called out on it.<br/><br/>She stops and turns to be face to face with the woman, and watches, as she would continue on, her arms dropping back to her side, and her stance one of an unmoving pillar. She laughs slightly.<br/><br/>"Ah, sometimes consolidations must be made for the security of oneself. If some locks must be sacrificed so I may have two, then so be it." She shrugs, tilting her head a little.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>