Lady of the Winter
Mentions: Esme || Applo
Did this count as losing? No, not exactly. It just wasn't playing to her own preference.
It was not Poe's intent to slump down in her seat after Sergeant Sumford's declared their path come dawn, but she had nonetheless. With a stray hand wandering to her hair to knot a strand around her finger in absent contemplation, Poe came to the conclusion this was nothing to be upset about, and even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered.
She released a vocal breath and pushed herself from her seat in a single action, her brain shifting from how best to approach a potential hot zone, to making friends with her new team. Her continence shifted from one of cold duty, with sprinkles of bitchy-ness, to almost aloof joy, and she fold her arms in front of her before observing the others that were beating her to the punch in terms of getting to know one another.
The quaint nurse, who had been the last person she had expected to agree with brute force, had started making friends with the assumedly older southern man -- was it Jed? Yes, she was almost certain his name had been Jed.
Then she noticed the girl who had been scrawling notes like a mad woman. In absent curiosity, Poe took a few sauntering steps until she was positioned to look over the younger woman's shoulder without obviously snooping, only to discover that she had no way of discerning whatever language the girl was taking notes in.
It was then that she stood, spoke and introduced herself and made her revelation. A former savage? There was a brief moment were she thought this Esme might've taken some resentment at her quick draw to burning through the savage village.
No. She was here, and it seems, she knew they were murderous monsters to anyone not with them.
"Nice to meet ya', darlin'. Povettea, but you can call me Poa."
Povettea hadn't known that Esme had been a savage, but she had gathered her name before the meeting, after all they had the same job.
"You're Containment too aren't ya'? I'm sure someone with a background like that is quite talented at quartering infected."
The woman who spoke now seemed like a different voice than the one who had opted for immediate violence during the previous briefing; a full Texan draw was now in action, and her tone betrayed none of the prior teased violence, but instead, a light hearted kindness.