[Something in her bristles over it, a flicker of something like real anger in the line of her shoulders - the angle of her neck as her head is bowed over her work. Because isn't that what she'd been doing? She'd spoken to leads, had chased the chain of command - not kindly and not passively, but for good reason. People were dead and missing and how anyone had the patience to be idle, to wait for guidance when there was something to be done wasn't something she understood - wasn't something she could sympathize with.
There's a muscle in her cheek; it's getting a work out. She sets the component in her hands aside and picks up another. Finally she says:]
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There's a muscle in her cheek; it's getting a work out. She sets the component in her hands aside and picks up another. Finally she says:]
I won't say no to intel if you're offering it.