Melina observed the Imperial silently as he spoke. The looks he gave her; the way he looked down his nose at her - she chose to ignore the obvious reason for this - and how he spoke with such insinuating tones; the way his eyes travelled her form, all worked towards stoking anger inside her, like using a poker on a wood fire. One particular comment galled her and her anger flared, like fuel thrown on to a blaze carelessly.<br/><br/>She replied in her coldest, most spine chilling voice when he finally closed his mouth. "<span style="color: darkorchid">Yes, I am skilled at a great many things. I suspect you will enjoy finding out what those are... or not.</span>" A smile - a slight, barely noticeable smile that held no small amount of maliciousness in it - crossed Melina's face after she finished speaking.<br/><br/>Melina let her smile fade only after she was sure this Imperial had seen in. After it had disappeared she looked the man up and down; a measuring, calculating look, then turned and began walking away. After only a few steps she stopped and looked back, replying to:<div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeQuote">
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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">I suspect the same came be said of you if the High Command saw fit to put you on its payrole.</div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>with "<span style="color: darkorchid">And if you must know, I am on the payrole of your High Command because they wanted someone who actually knows how to fight and not just dress in fancy clothing."</span>And with that, she left, not even giving the man time to respond to her comment...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>