[Far from disgust her, the stench of eneron - of Nuke- reminds her of where she should be. With Nickel, making sure her sucidal Amica won't try anything else stupid.
But she's here and the Beastial Cyberganic wants to talk. There's no doubt about what -they know who she is, if only by sight- and for a second or two, she seems rather pleased.]
Noo kiill you. Get- [Reasons Vos likes her helmet: it hides the face scrunch as she tries to think of the words she wants.] out. Call Tarn. Leeave.
no subject
But she's here and the Beastial Cyberganic wants to talk. There's no doubt about what -they know who she is, if only by sight- and for a second or two, she seems rather pleased.]
Noo kiill you. Get- [Reasons Vos likes her helmet: it hides the face scrunch as she tries to think of the words she wants.] out. Call Tarn. Leeave.