The touch of the woman beside her provided a momentary distraction to her observations.  Flesh on flesh was a feeling that few could mistake and her eyes dropped to look down at the woman’s hand.  A moment was given to know the strength of the woman’s grip and the softness of her flesh.  Calluses meant training and their presence was not unnoticed, though their placement probably meant more familiarity with firearms than weapons more familiar to Stigga.  She did not move to dislodge the hand, familiar enough and comfortable with the prospect of touch.  Among her people, distance and privacy were unwanted luxuries.<br/><br/>The first man had been well dressed and seemingly harmless, while the second bore weapons along his frame.  Their movements and mannerisms spoke of different things and temperaments, yet both felt compelled to enter so brazenly.  A part of her knew that this was not her home world, yet her muscles played beneath the sister’s fingers as she took in the pair.  Blue eyes turning to meet the gaze of both, rolling her shoulders back as if to invite them to examine her for flaws.  The delicate line of her jaw tightened while she set her face before them.  All that was missed would be the growl she had given the staff in the hallway during her walk.<br/><br/>Words echoed to her from the side and she turned to look.  “We are party yes?  If I support you, then you support me.  Work the same here?”<br/>