Her voice drops a few degrees. "Give me your field glasses, I said," she enunciates with careful control.

He's quick to offer them, even if his face shows confusion at her tone. She doesn't usually talk to him like that.

"See her?" Makita asks, focusing the field glasses down from her perch. "She's a strange one. But powerful. Really powerful. Watched her take out some of those black market scavengers back in the ambush zone."