[color=7ea7d8]S A M M A E L  K ö N I G[/color][hr]
With eyes bright and amused, Samm smiled at the be-freckled woman with the bob of obsidian locks. As she plucked the coffee from his hands, Samm allowed his lips to part in the barest of chuckles. He appreciated a person who was not too drawn within themselves to seek and take what they wanted. Her pixey like smile, and the continued silence, gave her a bent of intrigue that Samm took more as a curiosity, rather than discourteousness.  

“Drink up,” he said to the woman. His eyes flitted down for an instant to her bare feet. “Au Naturel footwear, I see? I hear that brand has gotten great reviews, though my pair have always been too snug.”

Smiling, Samm continued. “I’m Sammael. It’s good to meet you…”

His ears perked, and Samm transitioned the frank levity upon his cheeks to a pretty face whom had just intoned the simple question of, “Coffee?”

“Coffee, indeed!”

Pulling a cup from the stack in his fingers, Samm poured a generous helping of the stuff. Steam roiled from the scalding liquid, dancing into the frigid air as if in defiance of it. Holding the full cup out to the blond, he spoke when she took it from him.

“I’m Samm. It’s good we have a few people on the team who appreciate the qualities of a great cup of joe. Bodes well for when the shit hits the fan.”

Pointing with the forefingers of both his hands, Samm indicated both the shorter girl with the jet bob, and the blond who had just taken his offered cup. “What about you two? Have you both met, or perhaps worked together before? Personally, I’m curious about the high command forming up such a large group of SOLDIERS who seemingly have had very little in the way of contact with one another.”

Though Samm kept his face neutrally bemused, his concern was a genuine one. All of the SOLDIERS at the encampment had advanced into the three major tiered classes, and were thus powerful individuals. The processes, discipline, and training required to access and utilize the power of the bonded Aeon was no small feat. As such, the cadre of SOLDIERS was a small community in relation to the rest of the Governs martial arm. Fort Lullin was an intimately hard and terrifying furnace for the enhanced beings known as SOLDIERS, and it bred a certain familiarity to those who survived it. It was strange to Samm that he knew of these gathered individuals by nothing more than reputation alone. 

Samm let his introductions and question hang in the frosty air as he poured himself coffee of his own.