[ With his question, she blinks, the undifferentiated glow of her eyes peering blankly back at him. She hadn't thought that far ahead—or maybe just hadn't thought she needed to think about it at all. ]

Bragging rights? [ Her shoulders roll in another shrug. She cocks her head, the tilt of it almost coy as she peers back at him. ] We need some way to have fun out here. Anyway, [ she goes on, again quick to jump thoughts, ] no one wears a hood like that unless they're trying to look mysterious. Even if there's no cult, it must mean some special rank or another.