Daisie
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The sass coming from her "team member", though not unexpected, was still irksome. Chanterelle had to process that Eska just said what she thought she did - that she genuinely believed that the bio-suit was unnecessary - before reminding herself that she hadn't exactly been handing out posters about her own medical history. Even if Chanterelle had, though, she doubted it would have made a difference; five seconds on Tartarus would teach anyone that antagonism ran in the Cavanaugh genetics.
Eska was... perceptive, though. Someone to look out for. Chanterelle fully intended to match that level of observation.
"Supposed to be on a team, last I checked." Her tone was the same low, unthreatened drone. Bored, maybe even exasperated. "Not unreasonable to be wondering where our members are."
Then a pause.
"... Wasn't much to do back there, either," she admitted before passing a glance around the abandoned ship as a gesture. "Nothing left in here? Looks fresh."
Vudukudu
Eska was... perceptive, though. Someone to look out for. Chanterelle fully intended to match that level of observation.
"Supposed to be on a team, last I checked." Her tone was the same low, unthreatened drone. Bored, maybe even exasperated. "Not unreasonable to be wondering where our members are."
Then a pause.
"... Wasn't much to do back there, either," she admitted before passing a glance around the abandoned ship as a gesture. "Nothing left in here? Looks fresh."
Vudukudu
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