The piercing clang snaps her attention over, hand raised defensively, but it's not one of them, it's - is that-?
"Greta?!" She staggers slightly and then hauls ass over and up the fire escape. As she comes up she takes in the boot, the combat trousers and the body armor, all this gear. Is that really her?
She clambers up and rights herself, panting softly, looking up at her unmistakable face, her expression strange and foreign. Cold. Distant.
"Greta?" she says again, her voice trembling a little. How long has it been, how much has this changed her? She lifts her organic hand, reaching out to touch her.
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"Greta?!" She staggers slightly and then hauls ass over and up the fire escape. As she comes up she takes in the boot, the combat trousers and the body armor, all this gear. Is that really her?
She clambers up and rights herself, panting softly, looking up at her unmistakable face, her expression strange and foreign. Cold. Distant.
"Greta?" she says again, her voice trembling a little. How long has it been, how much has this changed her? She lifts her organic hand, reaching out to touch her.