[ Chyler stopped long enough to re-braid her hair into its crown, if only to keep it out of her face. She still looks like hell, though--blood and dirt-smeared body armor, filthy face, a hole in her armor at the abdomen and an injury underneath that looks bad enough that maybe she shouldn't be wandering around.
It's not killing her, which she thinks is the material point.
She turns when Harry calls out. Adult civilian, which makes her in charge, even if she is 5'3". She feels a little pinch of confusion at his question. ]
This is... [ Chyler glances at their surroundings, not sure what to make of this place, actually. Low-tech planets aren't unheard of, but Circinius IV isn't one of them. ] We're adjacent to the campus of the Curbulo Academy of Military Science. There's been an attack. I think it might be best if you stay with me.
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It's not killing her, which she thinks is the material point.
She turns when Harry calls out. Adult civilian, which makes her in charge, even if she is 5'3". She feels a little pinch of confusion at his question. ]
This is... [ Chyler glances at their surroundings, not sure what to make of this place, actually. Low-tech planets aren't unheard of, but Circinius IV isn't one of them. ] We're adjacent to the campus of the Curbulo Academy of Military Science. There's been an attack. I think it might be best if you stay with me.