[ Kate's aware of the approach but takes another moment to finish what she's reading, flicking the document closed and the device locked as she looks up. One brow lifts, her expression shifting into politely solicitous neutrality. ]
I am. Kate Bishop of the Atalanta. Can I help you with something?
[ Eventually the vague familiarity of the face will seep in, but for now she's focused on that concern, the seriousness of the approach, the newness of the question. There were plenty of congratulations that went around when she was assigned the ship, acquaintances coming out of the woodwork to curry favor or even out of genuine feeling occasionally. But total strangers recognizing her is a new thing, still, and she's not sure what to expect from it yet, especially with this demeanor attached. ]
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I am. Kate Bishop of the Atalanta. Can I help you with something?
[ Eventually the vague familiarity of the face will seep in, but for now she's focused on that concern, the seriousness of the approach, the newness of the question. There were plenty of congratulations that went around when she was assigned the ship, acquaintances coming out of the woodwork to curry favor or even out of genuine feeling occasionally. But total strangers recognizing her is a new thing, still, and she's not sure what to expect from it yet, especially with this demeanor attached. ]