He reacted to Takahashi's glance - to check if he would break lose - with a somewhat emotionless expression.
Yet, someone knowing him enough may realize he was mildly amused by that woman's attempt to antagonize them.
No luck for her. He didn't have the same opinions as many others Kusarian men.
Allowing himself a silent sigh, he let his superior try to explain her once again how rude things could become.
They were already lacking time.
He thought about the reports the High Command received concerning large engagements in Honshu system.
Several capital ship showed up.
It was quite an unusual sight.
Maybe those criminals decided it would be the right time to overthrow the curent gouvernement.
And they were here, trying to be nice with someone throwing insults at them. As if she was in position to.
He finally added calmly : "Trust is a thing you must earn, 'girl', not something you deserve to get on a golden platter."
"So far, you showed us anything but repentir. If you want to leave this prison, believe me : You will have to prove we can trust you.
And you are in no position to make demands."
Quitting leaning on the wall, he seemed to prepare himself to leave the room. "So... 'girl'. Will you decide to help Kusari or stay here for a few years. I don't mind which option you will chose.
She is still looking into Takahashi's eyes but speaks to the man with a firm voice "If I am talking to you, you will know so because I would be looking at you, boy." She now looks at him "Or haven't your parents taught you any manners?" She focusses back on Makiko "I guess I won't have much of a choice, do I? Alright then..." she raises her cuffed hands above the table and offers one to Makiko "Where I come from, people shake hands in an occasion like this." There is a somewhat mocking tone in that last.
Mikako eyed the womans stance and quickly extended her left arm 'The right choice...' she bore Ryomas words in mind, expecting a twist or wrenching of the artificial limb: though she did not relish the thought of employing brute force in a bloody display inside a cell. She hoped the woman was actually sincere, and forced another grin-like smile.
She looks somewhat suprised and changes hands so she can shake Makiko's left. "Lefty huh?" she asks and she releases again. "So... Now that we've agreed, can you take these things of? ... Please?" She puts on a sad face while looking at Makiko.
'Excellent...' Mikako gauged the womans potential grip as sensors fed back tactile information. She looked to Ryoma, signalling him to be ready: she bent and unlocked the cuffs. 'From here you will be taken to a secret location Amber, you will not be alone, nor will you be harmed.' She gestured to the curvaceous woman to step beyond the cell.
Sakamoto waited for Takahashi to indicate him they were done here and preceded her out, giving to the prisonner a formal"sayonara, 'girl'."
They were in the docks already when he finally said : "What an unbearable female. That's mildly disappointing." "Hai?"she pondered, glancing at the Kaisho-oh's back. "You would think someone as pleasing to look at would have the decency to actually act with a modicum of decency."
Takahashi took half a second to consider how she would reply to that comment. "She isn't obedient enough, is it?"she asked half in jest, half in earnest.
If he noticed the mockingly tone of her question, he didn't show it.
"She was lucky you weren't accompanied by an officer like Okamoto Shinzo. You know, the one having fixed ideas about women's place." "Aa... Hai! In a bed, that is?"she replied tit for tat.
"Hm."he only mumbled, seeming to be now hurried to gain back his Chimaera.
Not that he could distance her, though.
With a couple of steps, she caught him up and, now walking side to him, gave him a side-look with a moderate amount of curiosity.
He eventually stopped near his ship and turned around to face her. "Mikako..."he said in a low tone.
Quite surprised, she glanced back at him. She didn't recall him ever using her first-name. "Would you believe me if i told you i don't even have a bed?"
Quite satisfied by the way he put that rhetorical question, the man turned around to enter in his Chimaera.
It took several hours for anything to actually -happen-.
Amber was pissed off.
First, they cuffed her back right after nice buttocks woman and angry man left.
Second, they placed her again in that smelly jail.
Third, guards took her sweets.
She was busy stamping the ground with her feet when they finally came back for her and escorted her to the docks.
'Byebye Fuchu... I won't miss you', she thought
Then it took a godamn hour for those silly rice eaters to fuel their armoured transport and actually consider to leave the damn place.
They made her enter in the transport and caged her.
She whined nicely enough to make them uncuff her, though.
They would regret it soon enough.
The girl studied her cell. Even worst than that thing on Fuchu.
She sighed and walked to the bench in her cell and was about to sit when she heard a voice coming from what seemed to be another cell nearby : "I wouldn't do that if i were you."
She gazed towards the voice general direction and noticed another girl, somewhat blondish, who was staring at her with a bored expression.
The blondie girl stood and walked to the bars. She leant forward, gazing at the bench in Amber's cell.
"The last owner kinda -marked his territory- on it, if you see what i mean, baby."
Amber smirks at the blonde "So after you did that they gave you another cell huh?" She shrugs and jumps onto the cages wall on the opposite side of the blonde, she puts her legs through it and starts doing sit-ups while hanging from the side, each time she relaxes again she sees the blonde standing up side down. "So what are you in for?" She does a couple more sit-ups before speaking again "Apparently I pissed off a rice eater and now they're planning to make me work for em... As if that's going to ha..." She gets interrupted by the pilot who enters the ship, Amber only gives him a brief look and focusses on the blonde again "Ah well, you know what I mean... What's your name anyway? People call me Amber."
She smirked a little at Amber. She looked almost as if she was enjoying it, being jailed, as if it was some sort of "cool" thing one has to do.
"You don't want to know." she looked around her cell. It's third time she has been moved. 13 months since she got arrested. Jail quickly becomes "boring".
"Rocket" she said and then added after a few seconds. "That's my name."
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