James/Ceres
The leather of her gloves squeaked slightly as fingers flexed and unflexed. Her armor - what could be considered that - was light, lighter than more other fighters due to her particular style of combat. Speed, agility, and flexibility was desperately required in her armor to accommodate how how she moved, and flipped in the middle of combat.
"Killian." A nod was given at the greeting. Regardless of how long, or well they'd known each other, her years spent in the KingsGuard had left using only last names as a distinct habit when addressing others. Shifting a nod of her head was given towards where he stood, an attempts at indication for the post she was supposed to be taking over as they changed shifts.