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Distress Signal
As her remote weapons again return to her tail binder, she folds her arms across her chest, her weight shifting to her left foot, hip stuck out a bit, still far from unarmed, but the best she could manage, the I-Field continuing to hum softly just under the shouting. She gestures for Wild to get behind her, and simply waits in a very passive, bored stance, her voice no longer among the raised shouts. The tight quarters already made her uncomfortable, and the idea of the ceiling coming down in a firefight terrified her as the thought crossed her mind. |
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1:06 AM Aug 27