Marit received an upturn of the nose for her attempt at educating Ms. Daschke.  [color=SteelBlue]"And the Knight was born from the horse pulling a plow, the archer from the hunter taking fowl.  All of war comes from humble origins, but we don't need to [i]regress."[/i][/color]  She walked over to her, looking up at her fellow pilot with crossed arms.  From this close, it doesn't take much to notice that her eyes betray how tired she really is beyond the bravado.  

[color=SteelBlue]"We will take salvage with us because it is our assigned duty...we aren't charging anyone to do this for us, salary notwithstanding.  There is a difference!"[/color]

Despite her blustering, Ingrid knew that there wasn't going to be much success here.  The people of this company largely shirked the respect they could give to their title, and after a year she was quietly coming to terms with that.  Even if they never acted like Mechwarriors...they were still Mechwarriors.  Some respect must be given from her to them.  However, this didn't absolve them of their sins.

Speaking of inabsolvable sin!  You got the rise you wanted, Tarak.  Are you willing to pay the price for it?

Ingrid immediately snapped her head towards him, instantly leaving Marit behind.  Now, she didn't act flustered like a child, her face didn't grow any more red than it already was in this cold.  Her back arched upward, and she marched right up to look at the man from up close.  There probably was quite a pronounced height difference between the two.

[color=SteelBlue]"The [i]nerve.[/i]  If I were to seek your hand, Mechwarrior Tarak, I wouldn't be so indirect.  Do you understand?"[/color]