[Her gaze tracks Boxer as he disappears up the stairs, before snapping sharply back towards the woman when she speaks.] Oh. Er… Sorry... ma’am.
[She follows Red through the mansions palatial halls, though her attention is not on her opulent surroundings but on the woman herself -- specifically on the tattoos that mark her as a siren. Athena’s heard stories that a siren’s tattoos change color when she uses her powers, and that if you pay attention, you can see the markings move as if they’re alive. She thinks she can see them moving, but it might just be a trick of the light.
Athena is initially alarmed when they come to a door flanked by two guards, but then she figures that they’re just as likely to be there to keep people out rather than to lock people in. At any rate, they allow them entrance without a word and then Athena is in a room that’s easily the size of a house back on Pandora. She looks around in amazement at how spotless it all is, as if it had all come into existence seconds before they entered the room. And it’s all hers? She’s never even had her own room before, much less one this luxurious. It’s almost hard to wrap her head around.
And then Red is ushering her towards the bathroom, talking about “getting dressed for dinner.” Athena’s head tilts to the side in puzzlement.] But… I’m already dressed? [Dusty Atlas uniform and all.]
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[She follows Red through the mansions palatial halls, though her attention is not on her opulent surroundings but on the woman herself -- specifically on the tattoos that mark her as a siren. Athena’s heard stories that a siren’s tattoos change color when she uses her powers, and that if you pay attention, you can see the markings move as if they’re alive. She thinks she can see them moving, but it might just be a trick of the light.
Athena is initially alarmed when they come to a door flanked by two guards, but then she figures that they’re just as likely to be there to keep people out rather than to lock people in. At any rate, they allow them entrance without a word and then Athena is in a room that’s easily the size of a house back on Pandora. She looks around in amazement at how spotless it all is, as if it had all come into existence seconds before they entered the room. And it’s all hers? She’s never even had her own room before, much less one this luxurious. It’s almost hard to wrap her head around.
And then Red is ushering her towards the bathroom, talking about “getting dressed for dinner.” Athena’s head tilts to the side in puzzlement.] But… I’m already dressed? [Dusty Atlas uniform and all.]