The air is dense with smoke, foggy for Sam to look through the room in detail. The cabin isn't the right place for the right job. One can see clearly that the metallic room itself was brutally enhanced with pipes and pipes of unknown uses, and water drippings everywhere on the floor. The air ventilation unit is almost non-functional, as Sam can barely see the fan moving, probably moved by the density of the smoke itself in the room.
The aura is unpleasant. She can sense that everybody's eyes is watching at her, some with the questionable view, while some with the eye of an eagle, watching the movement of its prey. No matter how their view, it's unpleasant.
Sam feels like she's a small prey, waiting to be catched and eaten.
"So, you're the new little Missy that joins in ah~?"
Sam looks towards the man that approaches her. The man is huge, significant taller and broader than any other man she browse through in the pub, or any other man that she ever known. One can see bruises all over his body, for he's wearing only a thin singlet that barely covers his body fully. Sam couldn't stop studying the big man's right hand, apparently is an artificial metal hand which is slightly larger in probationer than his left's. The hand, or barely of what left of it, is full with patches and patches of unknown works. Sam knows not much of mechanical stuff, but she clearly knows that, this hand is dangerous.
"The name is Sam. Is this the Commando's quarters?" Sam spoke, loudly, eye scanning everyone she can possible scan, in case of emergency.
"Ah haha, little Sammy is it. Such a tiny little girl, wants to be a Commando. Little gal should go home and make pretty clothes for us to wear." The big man's tease.
Teasing me again, and you gonna have it. Sam though. Looks like it's gonna be a though day today.
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