off to the principal's office

ZARIAH I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Zariah listened quietly as Weaver went on at length, not interjecting, but clearly engaged in what she had to say. Her blank, hazel gaze never wavered, locked on the younger woman's face. When she finished speaking, she waited a few moments, contemplating her words. "You will clearly be surprised to know it, but I have spent time in your bars, trained with your Captain, gone to great lengths to understand and know the people and the place." she said slowly. That had been one change she had made from her time in the Hollowed Grounds. She had made considerable effort to be a face amongst the people, known and spoken of in good regard. But clearly, that had not been enough for Weaver. "Tell me then, what I could have done differently." she said, encouraging some kind of feedback she could take to heart. If she pissed off the native Halovians, she would do herself no favors. "I am trying to come to some understanding, Weaver. You are a valued student here, you have great potential, and could help bring about great, substantial change to make your fellow Halovian safer and more comfortable. But if you have an issue with me or my methods, or do not trust my judgement, none of that can come to pass, and this place you clearly love so much will be the poorer for it."