OOC summary: Myrika is super sassy and then suggests that Salvia might be after an alliance.
A pair of mantis-green eyes swept over the tall woman, admiring her brash speech and steady tone. Even though she was dealing with an obviously green leader (though she herself was green) the trimming of the fat certainly suited her style. Salvia’s mouth curled into a tight-lipped smile in spite of herself; it was a peculiar thing, like a cat caught in the cream. Even though she was honest in that smile, and open, her eyes and whiskers said another thing entirely. Make no mistake, they whispered. I will rip you asunder.
“An alliance might suit us, Aquila,” the blonde woman continued smoothly, using the title Sirius had badgered into her mind. He didn’t know her name, only that she was a relative of Gabrielson, and that was all he offered. She did not press him, recognizing the venom in his eyes as something far more sinister than what he normally carried. There was none of that in her face, only that silent warning—that interested tiger’s gaze. “What would you ask of us? Something like what we had during the war?”