[Sadrain]

December 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Leila stood up straighter, correcting the pose and trying to not look awkward. "I am fine," she replied, although didn't really feel like that after today. That was nothing he had to know, though. She felt she had been already far too open with Amante. And that stirred annoyance, both at him and her self.

"But what's with you? Decided sewer floor healthier than outpost's bed?" Her voice was mocking as she quirked eyebrow, but then the girl turned to leave. "Oh well, whatever suits you the best." Leila really was in no mood for chitchat.

December 2nd, Chicago; Base.

Aiolia glanced at Eve and just shrugged, with slight smirk. She wasn't here to pick up a fight, it was just that her words seemed to have hit a sore spot, according to the way the other woman reacted. All the better, then. "I recall my orders were to find a partner for dodging," she replied finally with smile. Then she mingled in the group of people.