( gwenaëlle is the last person to caution against when. she tilts a hand, acknowledging, instead; promising that she has ideas, that she isn't stabbing blindly in the dark. )

I'm with Forces, ( is less of a surprise to people now than it once was, although it still isn't necessarily the obvious assumption glancing at her. ) Gwenaëlle Baudin, captain of the watch.

( the person who sets the guard rotation, which she mostly doesn't use to her personal advantage other than to occasionally make sure orlov takes a fucking night off here and there. he can't grimly brood instead of joining nevarran language club if the person who has accumulated it around her has made sure she knows exactly what his roster is. )

It wasn't exactly. ( how to put it. she settles on: ) I didn't join as fast. I was here for several years before I let them start giving me orders. Different background, you might say. This,

( a thumbnail rested against the uppermost claw-mark burned into her flesh where it creeps from beneath the neckline of her corseted bodice, )

wasn't battle. Thedosians get anchor-shards from rifts, too, if we have the misfortune of being under them when they open. No one would've forced me into service only because it wasn't safe for me to leave. I always do think that matters.