"I can usually handle it," she explains, taking back her weapon with a bit of a pout. The weapon/mountain climbing aid may be bulky, but it's useful too, and seeing how they hadn't arrived where they were told they would, she's glad to have it.
"Are you sure you'd be okay doing that?" she asks, but then a wave of fatigue hits her like a truck and her body stops taking orders from her brain, sliding the straps of the tank off her shoulders and making her set the tank down on the ground for a second. She kneels down next to it with a huffed out breath, turning a valve to close off the tank before she unhooks the hose from it, leaving it hanging from the gun.
"Well, it would help a lot if you did." It's said in a slightly defeated tone. When her shadow had been out there attacking people and she had hid herself away with Kaz, he'd asked if she didn't ever feel like she deserved to be taken care of too. At the time, it seemed wrong to expect that of people, but now it seems unhealthy to refuse the offer when she's feeling so empty and sluggish. "This place is making all of us feel awful. Thank you."
However, before he has a chance to pick up the tank, her weather drone flies up off the top of the tank, making angry buzzing sounds. Its digital screen is displaying its feelings on the matter, with a set of >_< eyes.
"Snowball, calm down! He's trying to help!" The drone hovers back and forth over the tank, and if its eyes had a way to look suspicious, it would. "I'm tired," she admits, holding out her free hand weakly, and the drone swoops down under it so she can give him a weak pat.
"Chill out," she murmurs, trying for a smile. "And save your battery. Back on the tank, okay?" The drone chirps out a noise of agreement and lands back down on top. "Sorry about my drone," she says. "It's protective."
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"Are you sure you'd be okay doing that?" she asks, but then a wave of fatigue hits her like a truck and her body stops taking orders from her brain, sliding the straps of the tank off her shoulders and making her set the tank down on the ground for a second. She kneels down next to it with a huffed out breath, turning a valve to close off the tank before she unhooks the hose from it, leaving it hanging from the gun.
"Well, it would help a lot if you did." It's said in a slightly defeated tone. When her shadow had been out there attacking people and she had hid herself away with Kaz, he'd asked if she didn't ever feel like she deserved to be taken care of too. At the time, it seemed wrong to expect that of people, but now it seems unhealthy to refuse the offer when she's feeling so empty and sluggish. "This place is making all of us feel awful. Thank you."
However, before he has a chance to pick up the tank, her weather drone flies up off the top of the tank, making angry buzzing sounds. Its digital screen is displaying its feelings on the matter, with a set of >_< eyes.
"Snowball, calm down! He's trying to help!" The drone hovers back and forth over the tank, and if its eyes had a way to look suspicious, it would. "I'm tired," she admits, holding out her free hand weakly, and the drone swoops down under it so she can give him a weak pat.
"Chill out," she murmurs, trying for a smile. "And save your battery. Back on the tank, okay?" The drone chirps out a noise of agreement and lands back down on top. "Sorry about my drone," she says. "It's protective."