[ Apparently some signals are universal, and in a way she finds amusing much later, she feels like a Dahl soldier, crawling about like this. Keeping quiet on her feet - that at least she's been practising, and there's in her marked hands, her power building back up again after she'd drained herself. ( cooldown in 5, 4, 3, 2, - )
But she darts when prompted, new to it but she'd be an idiot of she didn't pick up on the hundreds of things she'd watched over the years observing a hellscape of a planet. Atlas, Dahl, Hyperion, some things were universal - quite literally.
Handy, but not perfect, not quite as fast as she needs to be yet. Almost made it, when she hears the call - Hey! Whose that? Stop! and - ] Fuck, run.
[ Nothing for it now. Wishes she had a gun, beginning to understand why they kept them so tightly on Pandora. ]
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cooldown in 5, 4, 3, 2, -)But she darts when prompted, new to it but she'd be an idiot of she didn't pick up on the hundreds of things she'd watched over the years observing a hellscape of a planet. Atlas, Dahl, Hyperion, some things were universal - quite literally.
Handy, but not perfect, not quite as fast as she needs to be yet. Almost made it, when she hears the call - Hey! Whose that? Stop! and - ] Fuck, run.
[ Nothing for it now. Wishes she had a gun, beginning to understand why they kept them so tightly on Pandora. ]