She knows where she's going by now, so her gaze had been on the ground; when she feels eyes on her, she draws her gaze up, meeting his briefly as she passes. The majority of her UNSC time was with Project Freelancer; still, something flags in the back of her brain as they pass.
It's Mjolnir armor, first of all. Old Mjolnir armor, definitely a GEN1 unless the person inside is running one of the compatible-friendly GEN2 models. Not a lot of people run around in that anymore, even less in active marine green.
The armor makes you taller, too, but it doesn't make you that much taller.
When she's coming back with nothing in her hands, and she crosses paths again, she pauses as they draw near.
"You a Spartan?" She asks plainly; there's no fear in her voice, only curiosity.
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It's Mjolnir armor, first of all. Old Mjolnir armor, definitely a GEN1 unless the person inside is running one of the compatible-friendly GEN2 models. Not a lot of people run around in that anymore, even less in active marine green.
The armor makes you taller, too, but it doesn't make you that much taller.
When she's coming back with nothing in her hands, and she crosses paths again, she pauses as they draw near.
"You a Spartan?" She asks plainly; there's no fear in her voice, only curiosity.