[ By contrast, she'd thrown herself into it -- maybe it's the thrill to feeling dirt grinding under her feet, the wet splash of rain on her cheeks from the steady drizzle, or the crackling spark of technology that means she hasn't stopped humming. But it's different than just being in control core. Then she had been a sleeping creature at the bottom of a great lake, letting it all pour over her. This, this she moves through it, striding through it, feels it pull around her like another breeze over her body. Rolls it through each step, a mind that branches out comfortably.
Which she's still bad at her body so to speak, at the grounded feeling that comes from needing to walk at all, so she doesn't so much register that he's in front of her, as the camera far up to left, tells her that he's on his path, and that it's one that runs into hers.
Her hands up come reflexively, stepping out of his way before she tumbles straight into him. There's a placating comfortable smile, polite, always, always polite. ] No worries, General. I don't think I was paying much attention either.
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Which she's still bad at her body so to speak, at the grounded feeling that comes from needing to walk at all, so she doesn't so much register that he's in front of her, as the camera far up to left, tells her that he's on his path, and that it's one that runs into hers.
Her hands up come reflexively, stepping out of his way before she tumbles straight into him. There's a placating comfortable smile, polite, always, always polite. ] No worries, General. I don't think I was paying much attention either.