[Shelke turned and hopped off her crate, landing with a little 'mph' and reaching a hand out to grab the edge and steady herself. She really needed rest, but who had the time...]
We can-
[She was cut off by Elena's rather frank idea.]
What? I-
[She looked down at her Tsviet uniform, watching the faint pulsing of the blue lights. The turk was right, but...]
This...ah...this suit contains the mako I need to survive, I do not...
[She trailed off, and for a moment the uncertainty and even a little bit of apprehensive fear that appeared on her face probably made her look like an actual nine year old child her body claimed she was.]
no subject
We can-
[She was cut off by Elena's rather frank idea.]
What? I-
[She looked down at her Tsviet uniform, watching the faint pulsing of the blue lights. The turk was right, but...]
This...ah...this suit contains the mako I need to survive, I do not...
[She trailed off, and for a moment the uncertainty and even a little bit of apprehensive fear that appeared on her face probably made her look like an actual nine year old child her body claimed she was.]
I...have not worn anything else in ten years.