Scout was quite young. All her clothing had gussets or the like at the joints for freedom of movement. Her training and powers let her watch her surroundings closely while her eyes and face indicate only mild interest; still, she'd positioned herself so if anyone came in she won't have to turn, and she stood easy and balanced equally on both feet. The scent of an alien forest was fading off her, and engines and oil. She was carrying something that whiffed of ozone, like the air in a thunderstorm.

"Nope! Not surprising, I've never seen you, either," she chirped, and decided to answer the question that had been unspoken. "I finished my contract, left, and I just came back." Despite having served a year she didn't seem very dramatically changed. Of course, it wasn't possible from here to tell that she'd grown taller.