[It's sadly a conditioned reflex at this point in her life---when all you do is fight, you're always on edge, ready for the mission.
But, indeed, she catches his scent in the air once she reaches the vicinity of the common quarters, and swiftly moves to follow it.
Tentatively, she enters the quarters proper. His scent's still there, but instead of calling out to him, she ducks down along the lower level, keeping to the shadows as she creeps around, hoping to catch him off-guard, putting her own spin on this game of sorts.
She's not sure why; again, it's just instinct. But a part of her, distant and remote, vaguely thinks it could be funny if she surprised him somehow.]
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But, indeed, she catches his scent in the air once she reaches the vicinity of the common quarters, and swiftly moves to follow it.
Tentatively, she enters the quarters proper. His scent's still there, but instead of calling out to him, she ducks down along the lower level, keeping to the shadows as she creeps around, hoping to catch him off-guard, putting her own spin on this game of sorts.
She's not sure why; again, it's just instinct. But a part of her, distant and remote, vaguely thinks it could be funny if she surprised him somehow.]