<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 2m/2r<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Location: Moving to the Ready Room<br/>Content:<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag:<br/>Destiny: 4  Dark 3 Light<br/><br/>Roll result: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Dala regards the Commander for a moment.  Though she knows that no two commanders are really the same, she's rather pleased to see a no-nonsense type in charge of this operation.  Might be enough to keep them alive until they're back on some sort of safe harbor.  It was only in the most extreme examples that numbers that counted for everything in a battle.  The quality of fighting beings and officers above them usually had a larger say.<br/><br/>"As you say, Commander." She smiles and follows without complaint, though she looks around like a tourist to cover up the fact that she's scanning the surroundings for threats.<br/><br/>No reason to be impolite.  He could be a future employer, with potentially very deep pockets if he has pull with the right officers above him.  And, a small part of her mind cannot help but think, that if he planned to betray her, it would be easier to kill him and anyone else who wants to harm her if they're gathered nicely in one place.