[Athilea Majiri]

((I'm sorry if my following post isn't really up to par with my normal standards. I'm feeling a little under the weather at the moment.))

She nods and raked her fingers through her hair again. It was a common habit of hers. "You will tell me if he bothers you, won't you?" Her head was tilted with the inquiry, though it was one she knew the answer to. Then she brightened at the talk of the dinner. "I'm sure it will be a wonderful meal. You are a better cook then you generally give yourself credit to." She glanced down the corridor both ways almost conspiratorially, "The men complain about it, but you know they secretly love it anyway. They are just to proud to admit it after all the griping they do."

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Will continued to fire, though at this point he wasn't really even aiming. The man tried to put himself into a combat situation in his mind, imagining the distractions that would normally occur around him. He found himself, however, wondering what Hermes and the Captain had been talking about. Likely just the next place for a raid, which meant that he needed to keep his skills up.

He tried to push those thoughts away though. Thinking of Lastiriana or Faith always made him a bit uncomfortable. They were both very attractive women, and he doubted either would be the least bit interested in a man who's one and only hobby involved working with weapons.