A wave of satisfaction coasted along Cordelia's consciousness when the girl started a bit, turning wide, saucer eyes on the fellow sailor guardian. It lit her gaze briefly with mirth before dimming back into distant, cheshire cat consideration. She crossed one arm under her breast, supporting the elbow of her other arm as she played those fingers thoughtfully across her lips.
Certainly won't be the last. Yes. That was what concerned the Neptunian.
The girl was quick to turn her initial surprise into smiles, oblivious to the problem at hand.
Cordie had to check herself from labeling the Mermaid guardian as young. After all, the solar guardians had saved the Earth from certain destruction multiple times before they had seen their eighteenth birthdays. And yet, maybe that was a false equivalence. This Mermaid had perished at the hand of Chaos' charlatan. They knew nothing about these Galactica soldiers, they were strangers. The Queen believed their shared traumatic experiences made them friends, but their Light of Hope had always had a very bright and naive heart. It was her greatest strength as much as her weakness.
Cordelia was fairly certain Queen Fireball's offer of 'help' was going to be more troublesome than it was worth.
She glanced back at the tank with Marcelline's question, wondering if the outsider felt the same brewing turmoil that had plagued the Outer Guardian for weeks. Instead, she found a flounder synchronized with the younger girl's gesture. Was she being asked if she shared Mermaid's connection to the marine life?
"No." Short. Curt. One could call it defensive if they were particularly reckless with their sense of self-preservation. There was a pregnant pause, as if that was all the embellishment Neptune intended to offer.
"All life originates from the Ocean. The water itself is alive. It hums with a current that cradles this entire planet. It sings a story, if you listen close enough." She shifted, dropping her heeled foot to the floor with a small "click" as she leaned away from the glass surface, turning to stand next to Marcelline and watch as a sea turtle ambled by. The motion was strategic, putting her back to the civilian onlookers, so they could not see her lips move. "The fish just live there."
Belatedly, and sheepishly, she realized she had misinterpreted the question completely.
"Traveling to a planet your doppelgänger tried to exterminate?" Cordelia arched an eyebrow and allowed a small, teasing, smile to return. It was almost kind. "Yes. That is a bit crazy."
However, she did not correct the other girl's assessment on how she felt about the Galactica being there. She could not correct something that was true. But she did not further inflame the sentiment either. "They are apprehensive. Still adjusting to the notion that life extends beyond this planet. We are trying to emphasis that we are not much different from them. And minimize our otherness." Such as not having open conversations with the sealife in a public aquarium mid-day during summer vacation -- she sidled Mar a pointed look.