Stateless idealist in a neon warship. One way to describe Ezrael, she thought in agreement, although altruistic hedonistic adventurer would fit it just as much. Sombra felt impressed by how much respect the woman infront of her was commanding just by the way she treated her inferiors, or more exact, how they behaved in her presence. If people were like this with her around, how would they be with the gallic king around? And more importantly, if she was running the MRG, who was above her in the line of command? Who was to decide about how to deal with Ezrael and the Apahanta? Many questions, but no time to think about it right now. Taking the file she came here for in first place, and the cigarette the amiral offered her, just to realize how she found herself caught in the same position of inferiorness as Chanteloup's inferiors by just taking the drug into her hands, Sombra moved up to follow her. Why was there a space between Gallia and the excalamtion mark ?
"I'd lie if I was to say I wasn't interested in the gallic cuisine, amiral. I can see myself gaining one or two pounds once I set my feet on New Paris," Sombra began to explain, only being able to tell about the core gallic stereotypical aspects, "Spending time with a wealthy man like monsieur Vertiga means you get to try some rather exquisite imports from all over Sirius and sometimes even Gallia, and while the wine from Curacao's only winery is one of the top tier luxuries of Sirius, it is not the same as the gallic imports. The taste of curacaoan fruits has more of honey," Sombra added, looking at her cigarette. It was not like she never had a smoke before, but she disliked it. The things she once smoked were also of a different nature than just mere tobacco. "I would also like to see the solar systems of Gallia. I heard Burgundy contains an extraordinarily enormous gas giant which is dangerously close to turning into a sun."