She tosses a look to him out of the corner of her eye, before they flick back to the space vista outside. Space. Just a (presumably very thick) wall between herself and oblivion. Well, all of them and oblivion, really, but when you can and frequently do walk through walls, it feels a lot more precarious.
There's a reason Grace doesn't spend much time here.
"You think it makes people more productive, having to work with an adversary? Solves problems easier?"
She might be teasing. Her tone is... admittedly, extremely hard to interpret.
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She tosses a look to him out of the corner of her eye, before they flick back to the space vista outside. Space. Just a (presumably very thick) wall between herself and oblivion. Well, all of them and oblivion, really, but when you can and frequently do walk through walls, it feels a lot more precarious.
There's a reason Grace doesn't spend much time here.
"You think it makes people more productive, having to work with an adversary? Solves problems easier?"
She might be teasing. Her tone is... admittedly, extremely hard to interpret.