[It's almost painful, waiting for the good Admiral to pull down and hand over that leather strap. She can see, now, that it is a shoulder holster, empty but shockingly familiar.]
You have my thanks Admiral.
[Her voice is soft, a little rough, and she turns the soft tooled leather kit around in her hands, searching for...just on the underside on the left, her name worked into the leather, wings uncurled on either side. She is suddenly and uncomfortably reminded of the last time she spoke to Irving and flinches before she can shake it off. There is nothing to be done for it.]
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You have my thanks Admiral.
[Her voice is soft, a little rough, and she turns the soft tooled leather kit around in her hands, searching for...just on the underside on the left, her name worked into the leather, wings uncurled on either side. She is suddenly and uncomfortably reminded of the last time she spoke to Irving and flinches before she can shake it off. There is nothing to be done for it.]