There's a low clunk as Blaze folds her arms and listens, the Exo's golden eyes narrowed in a frown that only deepens when FRIDAY speaks. Ghost is keeping quiet: shy now that they're outside the Nexus and about to meet strangers, busy observing without being observed in turn. She knows he'll have informed Steve of their landing. His opinion of the discussion, he keeps to himself. Could be a hint to her to do the same. She did make a promise.
She gives a synthetic grunt. "Just like old times. Understood." A nod toward the terminal. "Good to meet you."
A few short years and already she's gotten too used to the Guardian way of operating. Used to heeding commands and taking instruction by choice and duty and little more. She remembers the outline of how this works, but she can feel the flickering annoyance at all the surveillance and demands and restriction. She's no Hunter: she appreciates discipline and sound precautions. Even so...
This isn't the world Guardians were made for. Exos, maybe...
"Plenty of Guardians who like to run their mouths," she says as she follows Natasha, the heavy sound of her tread a counterpoint to the spy's sharp footsteps. Never mind that her brethren tend to consider her chatty, for a Titan. "I can handle that. Besides, even if this was the place for a match, it wouldn't be honorable." Speaking of the place, though- she's never been to this part of Earth before. She's veering over to the first window that comes up and taking a good look at their surroundings. It's nice out there - green and pleasant-looking and not at all irradiated.
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on 2018-06-08 10:42 pm (UTC)She gives a synthetic grunt. "Just like old times. Understood." A nod toward the terminal. "Good to meet you."
A few short years and already she's gotten too used to the Guardian way of operating. Used to heeding commands and taking instruction by choice and duty and little more. She remembers the outline of how this works, but she can feel the flickering annoyance at all the surveillance and demands and restriction. She's no Hunter: she appreciates discipline and sound precautions. Even so...
This isn't the world Guardians were made for. Exos, maybe...
"Plenty of Guardians who like to run their mouths," she says as she follows Natasha, the heavy sound of her tread a counterpoint to the spy's sharp footsteps. Never mind that her brethren tend to consider her chatty, for a Titan. "I can handle that. Besides, even if this was the place for a match, it wouldn't be honorable." Speaking of the place, though- she's never been to this part of Earth before. She's veering over to the first window that comes up and taking a good look at their surroundings. It's nice out there - green and pleasant-looking
and not at all irradiated.