Selene frowned momentarily taken aback. What waves was she talking about was he sensitive to the millimetric radar or the active uv her scanners used. The thought snapped her out of her fear induced isolation. According to studies only one person in six million was sens… it slid into place. He meant metaphorical waves, vibes or whatever. A genuine smile sprang to her lips for the first time since she had stepped aboard the dropship. The faint twang of some kind of music, ukulele? came from headphones around his ears. Her AID carroted him as Corporal Mantis.

[color=00aeef][color=00aeef]“Those things will kill you,”[/color][/color] she said nodding at his cigarette. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the rush of the dropships decent.

[color=00aeef][color=6ecff6]“Been here before I take it?”[/color][/color]