Power Armour Bay
The red nekovalkyrja was hunched over the contents of her locker when a shorter black-haired soldier came barrelling in, apparently in advance of any of the other crew members. Why was this person so-?... Yoshida Kokoro, the register said. Nito Heisho Yoshida Kokoro.
Tsuguka straightened up to meet the feyish thing of similar rank, though ending up standing head and shoulders over the pale, youthful and lithe soldier. Her own crimson skin bulged with musculature as they straightened up and filled out the form of their pilot suit, zipping up the front before making a rigid return bow.
"Huh. Triangles..." A sort of grunt, green eyes beaming out from their dark and brooding features. The voice was distinctly empty of emotion, and the expression regarded them more like a newfangled piece of equipment. "Well, you certainly seem to have the reflexes., but.."
A pause. A hand moved by itself and poked one of the blue triangles on Kokoro's cheek.
It made the oni smile, bending her own manufacturer-given facial shapes, but the fangs made it less of a comforting experience.
"I am Itto Heisho Tsuguka Toyoe. Actually, I only just got the promotion message..." Hands back onto thighs. A small change in tone, higher pitched and bemused, but missing the mark just enough to make it sound off. Like somebody who was simply copying others to make them believe you were human. "...Well... Regardless, if you are the other Heisho that our Shosho chose to appoint, I suspect you are still comfortable with a leadership role? The team generally needs two heads anyway, in my experience."
Internally, the new girl was probably better off not knowing that Tsuguka wanted to hug her so hard that her head popped off. They were cute, and her old flame Taharial was back on board, and they had just been promoted, and... yeah. Last time the crimson lynx felt like this, they made cat noises and fished an alien tuna out of the sea with their teeth.
Today was kinda turning out to be okay!