[Maybe the scientist is at fault for dragging them all here in the first place—and the way things have been going, even before horrendous mess she’d gotten into here in the mall, Suzuha’s own suspicious trepidation of the woman had grown—but it’s not really for her sake that she’s striving to push through this so hard. She just really, really needs to get home. To her unfinished job. And if this whole journey is truly the only lead they’ve got to go on to make that happen, she has to make sure that they make it to the other side.
But she opts to leave that unspoken for the time being, responding instead with a simple nod, mouth set in a grim line. An expression that softens with her surprise, when Hella declares that she’d been seeking her out—surprise which only grows when she produces some kind of blue drink from her voluminous coat pockets. Suzuha accepts the opened bottle, giving it something of an incredulous stare for just a moment.]
Might be a miracle concoction if it can get me through this.
[She laughs, short and quiet, but a laugh nonetheless. Frankly, she’s all too keenly aware that she needs whatever little boost she can get, so this gesture comes with a lot of gratitude. The bottle is raised to her lips for an experimental sip.]
It’s not bad. [Meaning the flavor? The fact that it’s not horrendously expired or anything? Yes.] Thank you.
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But she opts to leave that unspoken for the time being, responding instead with a simple nod, mouth set in a grim line. An expression that softens with her surprise, when Hella declares that she’d been seeking her out—surprise which only grows when she produces some kind of blue drink from her voluminous coat pockets. Suzuha accepts the opened bottle, giving it something of an incredulous stare for just a moment.]
Might be a miracle concoction if it can get me through this.
[She laughs, short and quiet, but a laugh nonetheless. Frankly, she’s all too keenly aware that she needs whatever little boost she can get, so this gesture comes with a lot of gratitude. The bottle is raised to her lips for an experimental sip.]
It’s not bad. [Meaning the flavor? The fact that it’s not horrendously expired or anything? Yes.] Thank you.
[Again, but it bears repeating.]