Hihja chuckled in bemusement at the aftermath of Myga's verbal scuffle with the hapless guards, "Someone's fired up today," she said, eyebrows raised, "Didn't think you cared that much about cattle of all things."
"I eat here too, in case you forgot," was Myga's curt reply as she started marching alongside the cattle, prod in hand, back to the base.
For her part, Myga let the grunts grumble without castigating, as she'd gotten what she wanted. What the NMX noticed above all else was Hoshi's reaction at the name 'Charbon,' which shattered the rancher's relaxed demeanor in an instant. Myga answered to a Charbon, but her past life had no clue what significance that person had in her captain's life. It was something to keep in mind, she supposed, and as the left descended, there was plenty of time to think about the mission.
More specifically, Myga thought about how she was in the process of betraying her comrades. Though she'd known them for weeks, NMX bonded with each other quickly over the shared expectation that they wouldn't live long, given the cavalier attitude of their overseers and the overwhelming might of their foe. Myga's eyes flitted to Hoshi and the other ranchers, particularly Aiko, whom she remembered to be an especially merciless warrior with little sympathy for her enemies. The finger that rested against her rifle's trigger guard twitched, ever slightly, toward the trigger. All Myga had to do was level the rifle, eliminate this hidden threat, and explain to her superiors that she'd just neutralized three hostiles.
Of course, that would mean a summary execution once her connection to them was established. Dammit. Myga's trigger finger relaxed, then went back to resting. She felt sick to her stomach, which was likely Molli's persona letting her guilt creep into Myga's mind. After all, the Nepleslian girl loved her comrades dearly, and would have gladly killed to protect them. Suddenly, Myga found herself loathing that mental tether to a past life.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Hihja asked, after gently elbowing Myga.
"The mess their horses are going to make, and who'll clean it up," she said, inventing an excuse without a moment's hesitation.
"Shouldn't have made a fuss about inviting them inside then. They'll make us shovel it out, you know."
Myga let the matter rest at that, but the storm of conflict brewing in her earthen eyes didn't abate, and she stared off into the distance in silence. Options upon options floated through her thoughts, none of them ended in a satisfying outcome for this mission for everyone.