[It's after that initial moment, where seconds had seemed to draw on for hours, that she really starts to look again. There are pieces that could sway her thinking in either way, but it is a briefcase that does eventually catch her attention. Hard to forget that, given the disaster that the mission had been. Texas had, at the end of the day, gotten it, and they'd been left in the dust, bruised, battered, and in his case, bleeding.
The start of the downward spiral, to say the least, although it he has that case, that should mean that the last thing that he recalls is that mission. Before the AI meant for her had been given to him... She tries to rack her brain, to recall if people here show up with random items that hadn't been on them before coming here. Could it be something from the Colosseum? She wouldn't put it past this place, but no.
Her shoulders drop a little, that tension departing them, although her guard isn't dropped completely (is it ever?) Yet she does start to move toward him, mind racing as fast as her pulse. She may slow down a little as she draws closer, head cocking slightly to the side.
It's been... A long time. At least since she stood in front of him and not some projection from the Temple that had forced her to watch them die all over again. Epsilon is here, so she knows that anything is possible (Alpha and Tex too, but she's had less to do with them) and it's not like she's running off trying to figure out what is happening.]
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The start of the downward spiral, to say the least, although it he has that case, that should mean that the last thing that he recalls is that mission. Before the AI meant for her had been given to him... She tries to rack her brain, to recall if people here show up with random items that hadn't been on them before coming here. Could it be something from the Colosseum? She wouldn't put it past this place, but no.
Her shoulders drop a little, that tension departing them, although her guard isn't dropped completely (is it ever?) Yet she does start to move toward him, mind racing as fast as her pulse. She may slow down a little as she draws closer, head cocking slightly to the side.
It's been... A long time. At least since she stood in front of him and not some projection from the Temple that had forced her to watch them die all over again. Epsilon is here, so she knows that anything is possible (Alpha and Tex too, but she's had less to do with them) and it's not like she's running off trying to figure out what is happening.]
... just arrived, I take it?
[Because how does she even start?]