Snippet #1481206

Talae arrived at the mess hall completely drenched by the rain, but not really caring much. She did stop to wring some of the water out of her hair just so she wouldn't drip anywhere, but that was about it. She slid down the line, making sure her breakfast was at least somewhat sound (mostly eggs, but oh well), and taking up her customary spot next to Fae.

The younger Shanir was absorbed in conversation with Beelzes, and though the subject matter was somewhat sensitive, Talae did not interrupt, as she didn't particularly care what people knew or assumed about her family, though she was a tad curious as to what had brought the discussion about in the first place. Iriana and Sarish were talking a ways down the table, but she pointedly ignored them. Anything Sarish was talking about was bound to be rather... personal. She at least was not inclined to speak of such things in public.

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Alistair was not particularly desirous of a meal at present, and so he spent a bit of time simply wandering around, passing Qinn and Achiru on their way to, well, presumably to eat, but the two were practically attached at the hip these days, which amused him somewhat. Eventually, he stumbled upon the halfling Captain.

"Does something trouble you, Captain Grimsmirk?" he asked kindly, settling himself beside the diminutive officer. Alistair was rather emotionally intelligent, and he was fairly certain that something did. However, he had long ago learned the difference between the truth and one's willingness to discuss it. He was ever a willing ear, but that half the equation could not function without an equally-voluntary tongue.

If he had to guess, he supposed she was probably either feuding with someone or had been disturbed by the scene created this morning by the execution of the deserter. Captain she might be, but that was no guarantee she would have seen such a thing before, and indeed having perhaps been responsible for the man at one point might well have made it worse. Of course, it could be nothing; he was as fallible in his intuition as anyone without psionic skills, after all.