Sick of all // open+intro // this noise

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Amren had been watching the pair from a short distance away, arms crossed over her chest as she weighed her options: continue lurking in the shadows as she got a true feel for this Iona person or, make an introduction the only way she knew how. At least Cain had approached the new girl first, most likely attempting to ensnare her with that easy charm of his. He quite liked to talk, she had noticed, and it seemed as if almost everyone dutifully listened. Even she did, to some degree (much to her chagrin) and perpetually felt strangely intrigued by her commander.

[b][color=#414a4c]"Hello, girl," Came her sudden greeting, a feline smirk curving her lips as she found her place on the other side of Iona. Her words weren't nearly as friendly as Cain's but it was obvious that she didn't care, hands finding a way to rest upon her hips as she continued to walk with them. [color=#414a4c]"My name's Amren. You're obviously new here. Where did you come from? Why?" She fired off her questions carelessly, unbothered by the simple fact that she could be infringing upon this stranger's privacy. She had never been one to care much for others and the faster that everyone - including newcomers - understood that, the better.