Rhea smiles playfully as she listens to what Olivier says. She looked behind him at Nova, and waved politely.She considered what Olivier said, and her smile curved slightly. She wanted to know, and she didn't want to seem like a total tool. "Hmm. My curiosity overwhelms my sense of moral. Explain these gloves to me." She replied, nodding and looking at Olivier. At the angle she viewed him from, he looked rather handsome. His face was nice enough, and his posture showed confidence. Yet, as Rhea found herself thinking this, she also thought of his personality. He was an ass, and he was overconfident. He was probably a playboy too. She could never like a man like that, so she forced her eyes away, staying on the path.
"What else do you know? You must have learned a lot, I'm sure." She asked, her voice distant. She had a lot of new questions now, and she was trying to sum them all up. "My biggest question is how do we wield? How was it coded into our genetic makeup? I don't know what I'd do if I found out that question. It's one of the many things that bugs me."
"What else do you know? You must have learned a lot, I'm sure." She asked, her voice distant. She had a lot of new questions now, and she was trying to sum them all up. "My biggest question is how do we wield? How was it coded into our genetic makeup? I don't know what I'd do if I found out that question. It's one of the many things that bugs me."