Sonia finds it near-impossible to relax here. She's been tense for days. Living in the war camp had never been easy, but it had been...home. Safe, in its own way. But here she hardly feels safe at all.
The gardens are at least a change of scenery, but still so utterly Cetagandan that Sonia can't possibly forget where she is. She'd never been to any of the Cetagandan worlds before, no, but as a child she'd been to the Cetagandan Embassy on Beta Colony. Their style is...distinct.
Sonia jerks just slightly at being approached, looking quickly at the other woman. Cetagandan clothes, but no face paint. She must be another one of the outsiders. Or exotics, as the Cetagandans like to call them. Of course.
"No," Sonia says, shortly, wary. This woman hasn't done anything just yet, but Tarn had left a...bad first impression. She rubs a hand over the healing cut on her forehead where he'd struck her with the stunner. It's still a little bruised.
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The gardens are at least a change of scenery, but still so utterly Cetagandan that Sonia can't possibly forget where she is. She'd never been to any of the Cetagandan worlds before, no, but as a child she'd been to the Cetagandan Embassy on Beta Colony. Their style is...distinct.
Sonia jerks just slightly at being approached, looking quickly at the other woman. Cetagandan clothes, but no face paint. She must be another one of the outsiders. Or exotics, as the Cetagandans like to call them. Of course.
"No," Sonia says, shortly, wary. This woman hasn't done anything just yet, but Tarn had left a...bad first impression. She rubs a hand over the healing cut on her forehead where he'd struck her with the stunner. It's still a little bruised.