[Even if she doesn't know really what is happening, or if this is some strange temple (although she doesn't remember being anywhere near one), or perhaps she has finally passed out and this is her dreams, but no matter what, a part of her acknowledges that she shouldn't be standing there like a rookie on their virgin mission.
She's former Freelancer Agent Carolina.
And she feels like finding a corner to hide in.
Pushing aside that sensation, Carolina takes another breath, seeking to regulate her breathing. Even if she doesn't know this stranger, she's not going to run away, or so she keeps telling herself. She's not exactly conspicuous, although maybe she looks intimidating enough that they will leave her alone...]
No. It's- no.
[Stronger now are her words, brushing away that feeling that tingles at her spine and nips at her heels. Not today.]
no subject
She's former Freelancer Agent Carolina.
And she feels like finding a corner to hide in.
Pushing aside that sensation, Carolina takes another breath, seeking to regulate her breathing. Even if she doesn't know this stranger, she's not going to run away, or so she keeps telling herself. She's not exactly conspicuous, although maybe she looks intimidating enough that they will leave her alone...]
No. It's- no.
[Stronger now are her words, brushing away that feeling that tingles at her spine and nips at her heels. Not today.]
What are they? Aliens?