Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170318212442

Hazel showed her first sign of facial emotion, she raised her eyebrows, and look at Nacoma in an amused way.

"You think I'm giving my opinion on this? My, you think much higher of yourself than you should. No, what I'm doing right now, is watching you die one hundred times to a hundred different types of enemies."

She took out another cigarette, and lit it, taking a deep breathe, before breathing it out again.

"You're an open book, Nacoma. Every emotion you display, I can see. Not in your face, but in your body language. Your stance, the direction of your eyes, the ways they flicker, or the patterns your hands and legs make when nervous, angry, sad, normal. I can see it all, and if I can see it, so will any targets you try to approach.

"No, I was judging you, to make sure how best to teach you. As such, my first lesson. Every second in a mission counts, every second that is used idly looking into the rain, is another second that could've been for information gathering, wasted."

She flicked the empty cigarette into an ashtray, smushing it with a finger.

"So instead of worrying what I want, try and see what you need."