"Alistaire, I no longer care what people t'ink o' me." She spoke calmly. This was a change for the normally hot-headed Cajun. "T'inkin' about what people t'ought about me, made me unhappy. It made me change who I was, an' feel ashamed o' myself. Took twenty three hours, seven days a week in a six by six cell to come to dis realization."
She thought for a moment, then pulled something out of her saddle bag. It was a mask, one with no facial features other than four slits in it (two on each side). She put it over her face, and a notable "click" could be heard. Her hand would go back to her side, as the mask was no in place.
The four slits in the mask suddenly opened up to display four, bright, red on black eyes that moved in unison. When she blinked, the "eyes" of the mask blinked back.
"Dere, is dis better for you, now?" She asked, somewhat amused.
"Dis mask allows me to view de world in night vision, thermal infrared, or normal vision. It even dulls brightly lit conditions, an' is in sync wit' my cybernetic implants. It was kind o' a gift from de people who sprung me outta prison, an' totally worth de work I gotta do to pay'em back for it."
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She thought for a moment, then pulled something out of her saddle bag. It was a mask, one with no facial features other than four slits in it (two on each side). She put it over her face, and a notable "click" could be heard. Her hand would go back to her side, as the mask was no in place.
The four slits in the mask suddenly opened up to display four, bright, red on black eyes that moved in unison. When she blinked, the "eyes" of the mask blinked back.
"Dere, is dis better for you, now?" She asked, somewhat amused.
"Dis mask allows me to view de world in night vision, thermal infrared, or normal vision. It even dulls brightly lit conditions, an' is in sync wit' my cybernetic implants. It was kind o' a gift from de people who sprung me outta prison, an' totally worth de work I gotta do to pay'em back for it."