Irida "-congratulations! What's the project about?"
Alison "It's classified. But finally something that matches my skills."
Irida "-the invite is still valid. If you would want to see it yourself . . . hmm. Let me check my calendar-"
Alison "-our great commander's daughter? Reed could make a mosaic out of your scales to decorate her pompous office with."
Irida "We're not dating – but Becca's so nice, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we did. You don't like her, then?"
Alison "Oh, she's lovely. I'm sure her superiors appreciate her too for the loyal dog she is."
Irida "That's what soldiers are trained to be, no?"
Alison "Eh. Says something about people who make that career choice to begin with."
Irida "Me? I wouldn't cut out to be a soldier. Standing in line ain't my strongest suit... or standing, in general."
Alison "That's a virtue in this case. Although you could confuse the opponent by appearing in front line naked and singing."
Irida *hums* "I see you've read about mersim defense tactics!"
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