Keira followed Aren to his quarters and swiftly stepped inside as he closed the door. She walked slightly into the room, and turned back around, setting the bag down on a beside table, out of the way of anything, and made a mental note about cleaning it up before too long, littering in the commanders quarters was not a good thing, Keira reasoned. She instead simply put her arms behind her and locked her fingers, standing at ease. She didn't want too seem rude or anything, especially not to her commander.<br/><br/>As Aren spoke, Keira quickly moved her hands and crossed them under her breasts, brining her feet somewhat closer together and lazily leaning against the wall. She completely understood what he meant, though she hadn't gotten to know anyone else particularly well, she rarely did. A lot of people found her annoying, and most quickly voiced their opinions. Keira understood her never ending smiles and upbeat attitude may get on someones nerve, but to her everything was worth taking with a light heart, even combat. When it was your time, it was your time, though she took her duties seriously it was no reason to be uptight about it. Keira nodded and quickly stepped forward, putting her hand on Aren's shoulder. "<strong>Hey, its fine...err...sir. I mean, not sir, sir. No..I mean, you get what I mean, Aren.</strong>" Keira rolled her eyes at her bubbliness.<br/><br/>"<strong>Look, we all consider you a friend. And everyone here trusts you, we listen to what you have to say because your our commander, but we'd jump on a grenade for you because your our friend. We take the hard orders because your our commander, but we don't complain because your our friend.</strong>" Keira smiled, grabbing Aren's hand gently and giving it a firm squeeze. "<strong>Besides, most of my former commanders were no where as awesome as you. They either told me I'm a woman and I'm not allowed to fight, they looked at me as an asset, expendable to the end, or as some kind of toy they could just have sex with when lonely. But at least you care about us, and we care about you.</strong>" Keira very gently gave Aren a playful smack on the shoulder. "<strong>Plus, c'mon, everyone here likes you a lot. Well...maybe not Max, though I'm not sure he likes anything beyond crappy music and blowing things up, but I know I like you lots.</strong>" Keira giggled, tugging Aren towards the bed and forcefully, for the lack of a bette word, sitting herself and he down.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, you wanna be in our group, then you gotta talk. What do you wanna talk about?</strong>" Keira smirked.