"I don't think picking up these games will be too difficult. Shall we have a look at the library then?" He didn't take his eyes from hers, and the chill there was a little more than indifference could account for. Pallas frowned unintentionally. She'd grown to accustomed to respect from these two, and while Sol seemed to be on the friendly side of taunting, Gabe was well into enemy territory, with a glare like that. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Sol appeared to take no notice, and when Gabe asked, she looked up at him, her smile growing indefinably softer. "Yes, lets. Nice to see you again, Pallas." Sol's smile was more genuine and less conciliatory when she turned back to face her, and Pallas relaxed a little. Just greens, flexing their wings a little at a lucky victory.

Gabe's expression continued to bother her even after they turned to leave. Something had changed about those two, something that made it seem like Gabe had taken her half-jesting attack on the two of them in the sim personally. She couldn't remember him taking anything personally when he was in her toon, and there had been more than one snide remark made in his hearing by some of the more out-spoken soldiers, though most of those had suffered some sort of major computer mishap at some point afterwards. Sol, most likely. Pallas wasn't sure how the girl could stand to be around him. He was barely civil to her.

The very edges of their fingertips touched as they passed through the doorway, and Pallas struggled to keep her jaw from dropping. She had to be mistaken...but it would account for the outward shift in Gabe's attitude, not that it excused his rude glare afterwards.