<div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/a2f9ee9f69862b4347b81042d23f8c7c/tumblr_nmi4a72NCd1qgd7rdo1_1280.png)</div>Observations from that night ran through her mind as Miranda and the halflings told their version of events. She was nodding almost imperceptibly to the captain, corroborating that this indeed matched up with what she knew... right up until what sounded like scripture off the cuff. Did none of them find this unusual, this doomsday cult prophecy Miranda had inserted? it bothred her that they seemed unfazed; like they had heard it before. Something didn't add up about these people. Dza did so enjoy a puzzle.<br/><br/>Eye contact broke when the captain brought up her partnership with Brannock. She wouldn't look at Brannock, either. Better that Marika believe there was something going on than know the truth. "Aren't we all a little strange? If every flower were identical, I think I'd overlook them entirely."