Sigma's head tilted so slightly as the speech went on. He had a medal, and thus some heroic deeds. But he didn't match the pattern of a veteran. He was too bright, too optimistic. And then he made his self-entitled pitch. [i]Bad move.[/i] Sigma gritted her teeth so slightly, thinking of a retort, but other pilots caught up to his words and decided to educate him in his hubris. The clone felt relieved a little, seeing as some people were smarter than her teachers could even given credit for.

And then Lora (that was her name?) apologized, after brutally chewing down on Harold, which caught Sigma surprised. Why would she do such a thing...oh, right, appeasing. Keeping people pacified under a delusion of niceness was after all the art of social interaction. Which Sigma could not yet grasp. It came to her mind what Elora had said, about being mad.

"I am not mad. I passed the psychological test." She said, quizzically. "Oh...you mean angry. No, I am not angry either. That would be an useless thing to do at the moment." The young silver-haired girl said, but then clenched her teeth. "No, actually, I feel a little angry. But your actions are not what cause it, pilot Elora." Sigma batted her eyelids. She then ran a hand through her hair, and with deft steps faced Harold.

"You are not broken because you are deluded. But soon, you will be, Hero Harold." She bit her lip, and eyed everyone else. Young and old. The young ones, some were of her age, like Elora.  She eyed at the cameras. She would be scolded, but it was better to dispel everyone's illusion. They already were making plans, jumping to conclusions, hoping for anything but... 

The worst case scenario.

"Forgive me." Sigma preemptively apologized. Crouching so slightly, the high kick deployed explosively. Her long hair swished with flair and the skill of a dancer, as her body perfectly executed a combat stance that would take many people years to master. Of course, with the memory transfer, Sigma cheated the requeriment. However, her foot stopped short of hitting the man's chin.

"In the large scheme of things, we're worker ants. Your speech is not doing anyone any favours. We're not your [i]dead cadets[/i]. And you thought [i]I was just a little girl in need of comfort.[/i] These are my fangs." Sigma said, before resuming her normal stance.

"I really could not care [i]less[/i] about teams if we fulfill the objectives. That being said, I will not object against joining forces if the XO allows as such. But I am assumming the worst case scenario here, and I will gladly fight you with my all if I must." Sigma finally said. "So I am not divulging anything about my specs until teams are allowed."

[i]Good lord, I am behaving like my template.[/i]Sigma cringed inwardly.