[color=f7941d]"...Woah! Where's all this coming from?"[/color] Aya said, looking genuinely caught off guard by their reactions. One guy was being mysterious and aloof, and the other guy was just being plain gross.  Victor and Anslem.

[color=f7941d]"You can't say you don't care who leads while also saying you don't want me to be leader. That means you do care. You stodgy bastards."[/color] She cartwheeled over to the frog in the bowl, grumbling to herself about 'complaining'.

[color=f7941d]"Complaining. Complaining! Wouldn't you agree that the previous management has failed us in some way?!"[/color] Aya proclaimed, offended. She squatted over the frog, emphatically gesturing at him.[color=f7941d] "He's a frog! And we have plenty of money now! I say we go to the nearest town and see if we can pick up any fresh faces! We could pay them so much. They'd be stupid to turn us down. Then we can go around and get even more money with all our new, better people. Or, cool new weapons!"[/color] She nodded, grinning. 

[color=f7941d]"And along the way we could find a lovely pond to give our dear Commander Sigurd a well deserved retirement."[/color] She pet the frog on the head with one finger.