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[brightsides]

( It could be worse. That's how she reassures herself, turning the device over for a final time for snapping it on, eyeing it with a seriousness that, if you know her outside her rank as officer, might be a little surprising. She doesn't speak right away, but the hand that isn't holding the device flexes, desperate to fiddle with her dog tags and relieve some of the lurking anxieties.

When she speaks, it's clear spoken, and surprisingly polished. Very English, really, which might not be especially unusual here, but is a little odd almost anywhere but the capital, back home. )

This is Starling. Repeat: this is Starling, Kapetan Grumley of the Asgardreid igsb-3. Any members of the Midgard Corps should report to me immediately.

( Carefully enunciated, and bluntly delivered, and that's all she'll release, for now, giving the device another look and her mouth quirking a little before she snaps it off. There's more information to be picked off other posts to this device without exposing her confusion, because seriously. Seriously, you guys. )

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[brightsides]

Bass?

( Like the fish? The delicious, tasty fish? She visibly pauses, and shakes her head. ) We have a wonderful theme of wildlife in our names. Well done us!

( You know, she's really glad none of her superiors are here. Maybe she needs a bit more time to collect herself. )

[coarse]

[Bass eats people, not the other way around, Starling. 8|

i mean]

I had my mind on music at the time, but that works.

[And it manages to pull a small smirk from him. Magic.]

[brightsides]

Oh, of course. ( She knows nothing about music, so she's nodding as if she understands, but really? Nope. )

Mine is because I talk too much.

( HARD TO BELIEVE )

[coarse]

[Pff.]

It wasn't your pick?