[She's a second behind Cassandra, shaking off the odd feelings that came with the jump. She gives the town a look-over, ignoring the smell of death in order to take in the stunning sight of civilization. Or what was left of it, at least. Still, homes that stood without evidence of bombings was a grand sort of thing to see. The smell wasn't even so bad. She was used to decay in the heat of the desert, the smell of burning chemicals and poisoned air.
She holds out her metal piece at the question, frowning.]
Wasn't gonna put it away. I said I know what I'm doing.
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She holds out her metal piece at the question, frowning.]
Wasn't gonna put it away. I said I know what I'm doing.