[On the flipside of Mark’s calm, Suzuha has almost exclusively been a bundle of coiled up tension the entire time they’ve been here. Just tense, tense, tense in the wake of everything since their forced departure from the bunker, which was plain enough to see previously in her unfalteringly determined expression and the stiff set of her shoulders, but the latest quirk of the bracelets spells it out as clear as can be.
Their supposed deadline is ticking ever closer. Any wiggle room they had for mistakes is now gone, so she has to be prepared for anything. Failing in this mission just isn’t an option.
But that’s all disrupted by a brief flicker of surprise that warms into something that melts away a little of that tension when Mark comes knocking. She glances up at him from where she’d parked herself on the floor to stretch and work out some of the soreness from that still-healing leg of hers.]
Hey. [The greeting is returned with a smile in kind, and she pushes herself to stand.] Guess some fresh air couldn’t hurt, huh?
[Probably better than staying cooped up in this dusty farmhouse when he’s wrestling with sickness again, right?]
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Their supposed deadline is ticking ever closer. Any wiggle room they had for mistakes is now gone, so she has to be prepared for anything. Failing in this mission just isn’t an option.
But that’s all disrupted by a brief flicker of surprise that warms into something that melts away a little of that tension when Mark comes knocking. She glances up at him from where she’d parked herself on the floor to stretch and work out some of the soreness from that still-healing leg of hers.]
Hey. [The greeting is returned with a smile in kind, and she pushes herself to stand.] Guess some fresh air couldn’t hurt, huh?
[Probably better than staying cooped up in this dusty farmhouse when he’s wrestling with sickness again, right?]