Oorah

[Naeva Northam]

She rarely picked up on sarcasm, unless it was blatantly obvious, mostly because of her lack of socialization outside of training and military-related interactions. Being personal was difficult.

Naeva gave Zander a curious glance when he admitted that women were perfectly capable of caring for themselves. She nodded slightly, “Mmhmm…” She said, almost as if she didn’t believe it, due to the fact that he said most men were intimidated by it. “I suppose you are right, though… Most men think they should be stronger and more powerful than women are… That they should be the one to save the damsels in distress.” She smirked and shook her head. “But I am no damsel…And I am certainly not in distress.” She let out a small laugh and then shrugged before turning away from him to go back to cleaning up.

But when Zander suggested they didn’t have to talk, she returned her gaze to him, her brows furrowing a bit in confusion. Had she made it that obvious that this was awkward for her? She looked away and let a small huff of a laugh escape her at his comment about the guys being raised in a barn. “Maybe,” she joked along with him.

“And I don’t mind talking, by the way…” She added quietly. “I am just not the greatest at it, I suppose.” Her shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug.