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Sand kept the discomfort from her face as the inspector praised her and went on to describe their expected duties. It was not that she found their roles dissatisfactory. Rather, the grandiloquence with which Thoúlē Aristeas addressed them seemed to have taken a small jump from the refined to the courtly, and it was enough to leave the Huntress feeling out of balance. It was more than enough to cement the suspicions she had formed at the mention of her name that the woman had been born with a silver-spoon in her mouth.

It would have been one thing if they had simply met on the streets, but she could only hope Thoúlē Aristeas’s eccentricities did not get in the way of their work.

Once the explanation reached its conclusion, she nodded and glanced to her sides, leaving the others to say their part. Seeing as the shuttle had already taken flight—the smoothness of the take-off had barely been felt by those standing inside, a credit to Atlesian engineering—she suspected the inspector wished to hurry things along, so she resolved to leave any further questions for later. That said, being students, it was only to be expected if the others wanted to speak to the woman in front of them before they lost their chance.

Her studies and credentials, or rather, how she had come to be in this shuttle as an inspector for international security, were things Sand was still curious about.

Almost as if summoned by her earlier thoughts on eccentricities, however, it was Robert who spoke up, bringing up the matter of the organization’s acronym. [i]He would be the one to point it out,[/i] she thought to herself. It was a valid question, if rather pointless. Perhaps he would have received an answer in turn, had he not proceeded to ardently play out the scene in which ‘ICE CreAM’ was chosen in disparaging tones, which in turn changed the context of the question from, “Why would you choose to name this organization after a dessert?” to “I thought we were getting ice cream. Where is my ice cream?”

To which the response was studied ignorance.

[i]For which we should feel lucky. We shouldn’t be getting berated by an officer before the mission’s even started.[/i]

After a pregnant pause, Sand shifted in place and coughed lightly into her wrist, drawing attention back to herself. “It seems that is all, ma’am.” With her other hand, she gave Robert a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder. Or a message not to press on with the question for the time being, depending on one’s perspective. “We’ll be on standby until we have landed, or Grimm are sighted.”  

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