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"Oh? The message? Well, I wanted the specific messages to be private, so it would be less practical for me to come to each of you separately. But if there is something you wish to discuss further, I am not opposed to a face-to-face meeting. Of course, Shiva could use all of its arms, but with the Automated Targeting System, you could reduce the delay between—"

Ava started saying, answering Griff's concern regarding the message, before the blonde man suddenly changed the subject, his eyes landing on her chest.

"Touch!? You did not just—!" Ava said, before stopping as Griff's wording became more and more incomprehensible.

Fancy? Compare? Polished?

What was he talking about? Was she still half asleep and her brain not registering Griff correctly? Ava couldn't help but think.

Really, those words were not words typically used to describe...

Ava's eyes looked at her chest, finally having an epiphany of what Griff was talking about, as she saw her dog tag.

She sighed, "...I assume you meant, the dogtag?" Then, with an unimpressed look, she continued, "You ought to REALLY consider your phrasing. You are fortunate you said that to me, and not the more hotheaded female pilots on the squad; you might get reported for sexual harassment. Some, like Minerva, would probably punch you."

[@Dezuel]