The sentence had come quickly, and with little debate.  A kangaroo court.  Useless.  Civilians were a terrible nuisance, only fit to serve or fester in their own weakness.  They cried for blood at a single dead man and a wounded girl while thousands died each day in every part of the globe.  More had died that very night.  Soldiers.  Tabetha had noted coldly that no mention have been made of her former squad members.  Not even a word of the families that remained to grieve<em>them.</em>Society would continue to be worthless until the day that they stopped acting like sheep, baying impotently at the first sign of slaughter.<br/><br/>Of course, she had reacted quite characteristically: with a grin.  She had a particular affinity for them, for all her stolid seriousness.  They were never forced, and never cracked.  Never happy.  They shared similarities to the snarl of a wolf, or the warning grin of a chimp.  Cruel and wide.  Tabetha was fascinated to watch the reactions of others to it, though she did not revel in their fear.  It was simply a...curiosity.<br/><br/>The Nazzadi would receive the same grin as he entered, though it soon faded into a knowing smirk.  "You're already in, as far as I can see.  Now, since you already know<em>my</em>name, I would request yours before you get to the...<em>business</em>at hand."  Her arms were slung casually against a bar at her back, her head tilting just slightly as she eyed the alien's face.