Silvereye waits outside of the Militia's detention center, his arms folded over his chest while he watches the main entrance to the building. Behind the Battleclaw are a pair of well armed marines standing guard on either side of the security door. (repose) Stalking up from the militia's groundcar line comes the imposing, robed form of Longtooth, listening to a militiaman go on about.. is he talking about /kits/? Yes. Yes. There are /holos/ being shown. On both sides. And /compared/. Incorrigible, both of them. The ring is removed, deftly, and - strangely enough - held out to her. "Here."