[ Medusa would like to believe that she has a good poker face. And on many occasions, she probably does. It's a skill all politicians would be wise to develop, and she doesn't have to like her role in order to strive to be good at it. But this place has been testing those skills to the utmost, and sometimes things slip.
He turns and— it isn't like the features are quite right, the colors exact. But the pattern is enough to throw her just for a second, her face falling open in the surprise of it can't be before she manages to put the queenly mask back into place. It isn't like this ship isn't roaming with doppelgangers after all. ]
Hello.
[ It seems like all there is to say in that moment, her hair regathering itself from the crimson cloud that trails behind her on an unseen breeze to pile against her back, twisting patterns moving as restlessly as her thoughts. ]
Observation deck
He turns and— it isn't like the features are quite right, the colors exact. But the pattern is enough to throw her just for a second, her face falling open in the surprise of it can't be before she manages to put the queenly mask back into place. It isn't like this ship isn't roaming with doppelgangers after all. ]
Hello.
[ It seems like all there is to say in that moment, her hair regathering itself from the crimson cloud that trails behind her on an unseen breeze to pile against her back, twisting patterns moving as restlessly as her thoughts. ]