Anderson nods, accepting this wordlessly. She doesn't blindly or always follow orders, but when she doesn't, she doesn't waste any breath on arguing them - she just does what she thinks is right. It makes her seem more obedient than she really is to anyone not paying attention. Still, she respects the chain of command, and she accepts the implicit consequence that getting out quietly will mean using her abilities.
She lets out a breath as she guides them down the hall, cautious, weapon steadily pointed at the floor. Anderson has a military precision that makes it obvious she was not always a mercenary, though she's never answered questions about her past beyond admitting she's from Earth.
She tries not to let herself get too distracted from mentally scouting, but it's tough when her own thoughts keep veering wildly into trying to decide how to handle her secrets. Get it over with and admit it? She'd never thought she could keep them forever. But the habit of being isolated and aloof is now hard to break. Trust doesn't come easily to her - perhaps even less easily than to people who can't read minds, because Anderson knows just how often people lie, and she can't catch everything.
At the end of the day, though, she'd be stupid to shoot herself in the foot and endanger what she has now out of cowardice. She knows her best chance of acceptance is with the Dendarii. Sergeant Taura is proof enough.
"If I promise to explain afterward, do you think you could keep from distracting me for the next twenty minutes?" she finally asks, palpably reluctant.
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She lets out a breath as she guides them down the hall, cautious, weapon steadily pointed at the floor. Anderson has a military precision that makes it obvious she was not always a mercenary, though she's never answered questions about her past beyond admitting she's from Earth.
She tries not to let herself get too distracted from mentally scouting, but it's tough when her own thoughts keep veering wildly into trying to decide how to handle her secrets. Get it over with and admit it? She'd never thought she could keep them forever. But the habit of being isolated and aloof is now hard to break. Trust doesn't come easily to her - perhaps even less easily than to people who can't read minds, because Anderson knows just how often people lie, and she can't catch everything.
At the end of the day, though, she'd be stupid to shoot herself in the foot and endanger what she has now out of cowardice. She knows her best chance of acceptance is with the Dendarii. Sergeant Taura is proof enough.
"If I promise to explain afterward, do you think you could keep from distracting me for the next twenty minutes?" she finally asks, palpably reluctant.