[ her best (her only) weapon is a dark, unpatterned umbrella. and so when she -- standing a few room lengths' away in the same hall -- sees a hulking shape fill the corridor's vanishing point, she raises that umbrella as confidently as she could. tip tilted up at a jaunty, defensive angle.
understandably, they might all be a bit...on edge. and if she distrusts the sudden beast of a frame in the distance, then it's only because every last instinct within the agent is screaming at her to trust no one. trust nothing.
she doesn't speak. merely stands like a lone sentinel beneath the blinking medical bay sign. and if her stance falters? why, that's only because she realizes (at the last moment) that it might be in her best interest not to threaten alarmingly large and armoured people. ]
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understandably, they might all be a bit...on edge. and if she distrusts the sudden beast of a frame in the distance, then it's only because every last instinct within the agent is screaming at her to trust no one. trust nothing.
she doesn't speak. merely stands like a lone sentinel beneath the blinking medical bay sign. and if her stance falters? why, that's only because she realizes (at the last moment) that it might be in her best interest not to threaten alarmingly large and armoured people. ]