"Yes," the young captain responded as a little girl skipped past them, singing softly to herself, her mother walking briskly a few steps behind. Sienna mostly stayed right where she was, only pulling her crossed ankles in just enough to make room for the mother and daughter to pass, before kicking her legs out once more, and nestling her head further back into her interlaced fingers. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly through her nostrils; it was still fairly clear that the young woman didn't feel her best. "I don't like answering questions," she continued, "and I don't like explaining myself. I've been told it's something I should probably work on, but it ain't gonna change quickly. So as long as you remember where your paycheck's coming from, you and I will get along just fine. Ain't nothing more than that you need to know."
No sooner than she'd finished talking, an impeccably preened young Geshrin male approached them, holding a miniature recording device of some kind. His pristinely manicured hands, his short-cropped and precisely parted black hair, and the way his flawless peach-colored skin seemed to glow in the starlight gave him an almost androgynous appearance, bordering on feminine beauty. He wasn't very tall, and had a very slight frame, but he moved with the grace and flamboyance of a dancer. A bright smile was on his face as he walked up to them. "Good evening, beautiful people!" he cheerily greeted them. "Would the lovely couple like to have their picture taken, to commemorate this beautiful night?"
Sienna didn't so much as flinch, shift in her seat, or even open her eyes. There was no possible way she hadn't heard him, but her lack of reaction made it obvious she didn't even consider that the pretty young man could possibly have been talking to her.