Re: [Mission 19.3]
Wardroom
Natsumi's movement caught Sienna's eyes in her peripheral vision, and upon glancing her way she saw the snow-capped Neko striding over to her with a friendly, accommodating expression. She never took her gaze off of her, watching her as she approached her booth from across the wardroom.
She gave the Neko a half-smirk with one corner of her mouth and motioned across the booth table with a slight wave of her hand and a quick glance of her eyes in response to her inquiry. "Wouldn't be out here if I didn't wanna be bothered," she replied. "Feel free."
She stole a quick look at the buffet as Natsumi sat down, frowning slightly in disappointment upon noticing it was still barren. Looking back across the table after hearing yet another question, she smirked in full this time, simultaneously amused at this soldier's curiosity and oddly appreciative of her concern. She didn't honestly think it was genuine, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.
"Well," she replied as she laid the bottom edge of her fist on the table, lightly tapping it on its surface and looking idly around the room. "It's been... interesting," she continued with a thoughtful sigh. "Still a little surprised your skipper let me tag along with y'all planetside, and I ain't really sure what use I was." She shrugged, making eye contact again. "Kept the blood moving, though. Still, if it's all the same I think I'll stay up here next time, see if I can help turn a wrench or two somewhere. I been in some nasty places, but wading around in that squicky swamp just didn't do much for me," she concluded, making an "ick" face with her tongue.
Before Natsumi had the chance to reply, she saw Takeyu nearby, slowing his pace enough to greet Natsumi, although when he repeated the greeting to her, his jaw seemed a little tauter and his voice a little more strained. Sienna's eyebrows twitched up just a touch; she hadn't missed the way he'd been scowling at her when he thought she wasn't looking ever since they'd come out of that wreck. He hadn't done or said anything out of line and had been a pillar of professionalism and courtesy, but it had been exactly that and not a bit more. Not that it bothered her; she wasn't concerned with making friends, and didn't think it worth her time to work hard at making people like her.
She didn't verbally reply to his greeting, only responded with a slight smirk and a nod.