[ Her hand turns over in a weighing gesture - she is in no position to reproach her superiors. No, that's wrong, she wouldn't ever dare to do so in public outside of those she trusts implicitly in the strictest confidence.
Neal isn't here, and she might be protective of her brood, but years of training had made her slow to show anything much these days. Her shoulder lifts and falls in a maybe sort of gesture as they walk. ]
A commander weighs what he has, to my reckoning. There's no good in giving us something we can't do.
[ Or at least, a good commander does that. Here too, commanders had an ability to know about their men's capabilities than any before she'd met. Less guess work. ]
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Neal isn't here, and she might be protective of her brood, but years of training had made her slow to show anything much these days. Her shoulder lifts and falls in a maybe sort of gesture as they walk. ]
A commander weighs what he has, to my reckoning. There's no good in giving us something we can't do.
[ Or at least, a good commander does that. Here too, commanders had an ability to know about their men's capabilities than any before she'd met. Less guess work. ]