[From up high on the balcony, Mita takes in a sharp breath. A psyker. Or at the very least, a sensitive. Her heart beats wildly in her chest. She could only pray - no, not pray - hope that this was not one of the eldar.]
[Her brows furrowing in concentration - and caution - she focuses on bringing her desired parts to the fore. Formality. Greeting. Conditional respect. A carefully curated distance, tinged by unease. There is a burning curiosity in her, yes, but it is a curiosity too tainted by fear to let show.]
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[Her brows furrowing in concentration - and caution - she focuses on bringing her desired parts to the fore. Formality. Greeting. Conditional respect. A carefully curated distance, tinged by unease. There is a burning curiosity in her, yes, but it is a curiosity too tainted by fear to let show.]