[ While the details of his briefing do flit through his mind in response--there's something haughty about this man, something that suggestions a predisposition to giving orders--he doesn't draw the connection nearly so quickly as he should. He looks at Koon, his bright green eyes blank. The man is a stranger to him, and if they have some connection, Fenris cannot name it. As far as he knows, his life began--and will end--with the Company. ]
I do not.
[ He steps over the prone bodies of Koon's assailants, drawing in close for a better look. No. Nothing. Nothing aside from a strange sense of unease. ]
no subject
I do not.
[ He steps over the prone bodies of Koon's assailants, drawing in close for a better look. No. Nothing. Nothing aside from a strange sense of unease. ]
Should I?