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Lataniva paused briefly as she was met with the new crewmember. First impression was that she wasn’t spectacularly impressed with her, though yet again, she was difficult to impress. Given her circumstances, there was likely a good reason Taleste was here. Still. Lataniva spoke the first thought that hit her before properly responding.


[indent]‘They’re quick to replace the fallen, I see.’[/indent]Having said that, Lataniva extended her hand to grasp Taleste’s. Shaking hands wasn’t a Dalentian gesture, but she had learned of its purpose in her journey through the galaxy. Her eyes locked unshakingly at Taleste’s own, Lataniva’s black eyes and neutral expression showing no particular emotion.

[indent]‘Indeed. I am Lataniva, hunter-warrior of Dalentia. The surety in the statement makes me believe you’ve met my kind before. Then you already know what I am capable of. What areas of expertise can I entrust you to, Taleste?’[/indent]Lataniva asked, distracting herself from the ship by making small-talk. Lataniva honestly didn’t mind a friendly conversation once-in-a-while.

There had been a time not too long ago when she never could have friendly conversations, when there had been a pressure on her to always, ALWAYS be wary and threatening… but here that was no longer a requirement. Which was nice, and a silver lining to all that had happened to her. Yeah.