[ Chyler's not sure what it says, that she hadn't even really noticed the blood Drake is covered in. She looks down at herself, realizing she's smeared with dried gore. She probably got it on the couch and the blanket, too.
She'll just have to help clean it up, that's all. There's nothing else she can do.
In answer to Drake: ] Freshman Cadet Chyler Silva.
[ And then she stands there at a loss for several seconds, because somehow, in the past twenty-four hours, she's forgotten how to talk to people. There's been running, screaming, shouted orders, but no conversations. Nothing but the essentials. She's not sure how to switch back from that, to chat with someone when outside this door, outside this city, this place, everything she's ever known has been turned upside down and inside out.
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She'll just have to help clean it up, that's all. There's nothing else she can do.
In answer to Drake: ] Freshman Cadet Chyler Silva.
[ And then she stands there at a loss for several seconds, because somehow, in the past twenty-four hours, she's forgotten how to talk to people. There's been running, screaming, shouted orders, but no conversations. Nothing but the essentials. She's not sure how to switch back from that, to chat with someone when outside this door, outside this city, this place, everything she's ever known has been turned upside down and inside out.
She says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
An axe isn't particularly efficient.