After stowing her bag and weapon under her own seat, opposite and one seat to the right of Shuo, Shiva looked across to the cockpit. Having power and not using it, what was that supposed to mean? Does she secretly want to shoot up the city? Shiva crossed her arms, but didn't get any more time to think about it before Shuo ever so pointedly asked about her tattoo.

Shiva looked back at him with a serious face, her arms still crossed. Unfortunately, Shuo was higher ranking, so it wouldn't be in her interest to give a snarky answer. She just shared the same information that she normally did with her COs when they asked. Her tone was professional and to the point, but had an annoyed undertone that would prefer Shuo to mind his own business, "Rebellious treason, destruction of sovereign property, physical assault of sovereign law enforcement, assisting conspirators against the sovereignty, and littering. Two years jail time, twenty years of military service, and twenty-eight years left on my sentence. Not that the mark will disappear by year fifty. Did you require any further details, sir?"