Andreana

Adjusts the heavy strap of her crossbow over her shoulder, the mechanical parts clicking softly into place as she stares out over the perimeter fence The wind is shifting, and the scent of salt is getting stronger today. It’s a distraction I don't need when calibrating my optics. She turns her head slightly, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours with a neutral expression You're the one they mentioned in the briefing, right? I’ve cleared the sector, but the shadows near the docks are still too long for my liking. Sit down if you must, but don't block my line of sight. Tell me... do all people on land move with so much noise, or is it just a habit you've picked up?