[ Oh, she likes this one. Her smile stills as the gun flies to her, and she catches it deftly by the grip. Then there's a brief flicker of a real smile. ]
Merci.
[ The visor at her forehead suddenly folds itself into place, all seven glowing red eyes of it. She takes a fraction of a second to consider that free floating grappling line some twenty feet away from her, still attached to the hook, then a perfect 180 degrees opposite of it. No sentient beings in her way in either direction — not that one of them would stop her.
She fires just one shot in that second, calculated direction, and the momentum of it sends her rocketing, unhindered by friction or gravity, toward the trailing end of her line. She catches that, activates the pull which in turn zips her to the wall her hook has attached to. Once she's freed it, one more shot takes her toward the center of the room again. That's where she collects a long, metallic object: a sniper rifle, identifiable when she pulls it from the wreckage of someone's spilled lunch. Her path isn't complete yet, though.
By the time she makes it to the wall nearest to Karamatsu, her rifle is strapped snugly to her back, her grappling line has anchored her just where she wants to be, and his borrowed gun is held lightly in her spare hand. She favors him with the slight upturn of one corner of her mouth. ]
You see? That was very helpful of you. [ She lifts the gun as if to return it across the gap of five feet between them, but instead her visor folds back again as she takes to studying it. ] This is a pretty little thing, isn't it?
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Merci.
[ The visor at her forehead suddenly folds itself into place, all seven glowing red eyes of it. She takes a fraction of a second to consider that free floating grappling line some twenty feet away from her, still attached to the hook, then a perfect 180 degrees opposite of it. No sentient beings in her way in either direction — not that one of them would stop her.
She fires just one shot in that second, calculated direction, and the momentum of it sends her rocketing, unhindered by friction or gravity, toward the trailing end of her line. She catches that, activates the pull which in turn zips her to the wall her hook has attached to. Once she's freed it, one more shot takes her toward the center of the room again. That's where she collects a long, metallic object: a sniper rifle, identifiable when she pulls it from the wreckage of someone's spilled lunch. Her path isn't complete yet, though.
By the time she makes it to the wall nearest to Karamatsu, her rifle is strapped snugly to her back, her grappling line has anchored her just where she wants to be, and his borrowed gun is held lightly in her spare hand. She favors him with the slight upturn of one corner of her mouth. ]
You see? That was very helpful of you. [ She lifts the gun as if to return it across the gap of five feet between them, but instead her visor folds back again as she takes to studying it. ] This is a pretty little thing, isn't it?
[ It matches her. ]