𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝟎𝟑𝟕 .

She's just cranky. Nothing more and nothing less to it.

Why do people insist on prodding to find the reason?

He asks like it's so out of the ordinary for her to be in a foul mood.

— So much of her irritation was centered around Silvia, it bordered on nearly obsessive. How could she let go of everything?

A part of her wanted to 'fix' the others dress to be more what she was used to from her.

"Bad morning. Bad start to the day. Nothing that important."

"I've never cared much about optics, so long as people stay out of my way."

There was some truth to it. She already knew how her company was viewed as a whole, and it wasn't exactly a very flattering image to begin with.

—

— her gaze fixated on the other Spartan as she reached the work bench, sitting down on the other side across from her.

She was probably the last person that Silvia expected to seek her out, if she had to guess.

"I'm here to talk."

She did note that this particular room was cozier than most of the others she's seen around the ship.

It didn't take her very long to spot Silvia, given that she was the only other person in the room besides herself.

Siobhan strode across the room, —

Cracking her knuckles.

She wants to hit something.

— She considered knocking, something to announce her presence, but she hesitated. Why was this stopping her?

The Gamma stared at the door for few seconds longer before she reached for the handle, opening it up and making her way through the frame.

— it was something she'd excelled in even from a young age.

Perhaps because her 'quarry' was someone she'd rather not have a closeness with.

And yet she was here. Right outside of the door. Because she finally decided it was time to talk.

—

She's seen her fair share of spooks and others of the like. With her currently standing in her activities, it was impossible to not be face to face with ONI.

Siobhan was irritated by the hunt, something she typically prides herself in. Tracking and seeking, —

— It annoyed her, somewhat, about the way it was close enough and yet not on the mark where it should be. It wasn't right to her.

As much as she felt the urge to remark on it, it would show she watched Silvia closer than she cared to admit to her.

"When am I not in a bad mood?"

"What's it matter to ya, anyways?"

There's a slight curling of her lip as she retorted, her scowl still firmly in place.

She briefly scanned Silvia over, noting the deviation in her manner of dress.

—

@deathoncall.bsky.social

As much as it frustrated her to no end, she's making her way over to find Silvia.

She remembered what she had said about if she ever wanted to talk . . .

The Gamma almost couldn't believe she was going to humor this.

Grumbling.

You act like you're the top bitch but you know you'll get knocked off that throne one day

And it'll be me that does it. Just you wait and fucking see.

I did what I knew would work and I'll do it again

It doesn't matter how many times you kick my teeth in.

I will have your face down in the dirt one way or another.

I know what you are.

The only reminder that needs to be had is what it's like for you to be under my boots.

Like you haven't barked like one.

You know what you are.

Bold of you to assume I wouldn't be yanking on the chain and making you whimper.

War dogs ought to get treated like dogs.

That collar would be better suited around your neck , and the leash in my hands .

Don't think I won't choke you out, bitch.

Indeed, what a wild thing to say.

Are you bold enough to have a reply to that?

I can change that if you'd like.

I'm not choking anyone yet.

Then you don't know many people do you?

Require discipline, my arse.

If I was to step INSIDE someone, It's cause I'm shoving my foot so far up their ass I can wear em like a fuckin boot.

Same shit, different day

Your anger drives you.

Cracking her knuckles.

She's itching to hit something.