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She wants a pet snake.

She will not elaborate.

She will not compromise.

Had Yvette not been lying down, she might have jumped. Instead, she just jolted slightly from the surprise. Some attempt to say something was made, but suddenly words had gone from hard to impossible.

She had entirely no idea what that could possibly entail. “Okay.”

“Hi.” With no idea what to do in such a situation, she just kept perfectly still.

Tentatively, Yvette turned to rest on her side and properly face Carol.

Not only was she suddenly quite red, but she was awfully warm to the touch. “Yeah.”

Pardon the horrendous voice crack.

Yvette tilted her head toward Carol, and while she continued to avoid eye contact, she did not turn her head away this time. Still, she frowned. “I think this might be your area of expertise.”

“Words are hard.” More that she had no idea how to express her thoughts.

“I don’t think I could do that, either.”

“No, just…” And finally, she took the pillow off of her face. “Don’t know how to say it.”

There was silence a few moments as she fought with the words. Unfortunately, it was a losing battle. “I can’t say.”

A muffled “no” came from beneath the pillow.

“How you, uh…” Still flat on her back, Yvette reached above her head and pulled a pillow over her face.

The frame of the weapon had received just as much attention as the internals she had spent months perfecting. The weapon was overall heavy, though for a Spartan it was balanced well. “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to scale up.”

Her gaze remained averted, and she seemed redder by the moment. “Partly.”

Arms still crossed, she drummed her fingers against either opposite forearm. She seemed to try and sink into the mattress to hide, though to no avail. “Last time.”

The pout remained, though it was soon accompanied by a light warm hue. Yvette tilted her head to look away from Caroline. “Things.”

“I was just thinking,” she mumbled.

sigh. “There’s plenty of blankets.”

As she stared up at the ceiling, her lips skewed somewhere between a contemplative look, and a full pout. She crossed one leg over the other, and for a few moments looked like she was in the edge of saying something.

Then whatever she was building to say was repressed, and she deflated with a —

Yvette was flat on her back, her hands folded over her chest. No, she did not usually rest so stiffly and awkwardly.

Her head turned briefly to look Carol’s way, but she was quick to avert her gaze back to the ceiling. “Tired?”

“I think I’ll prefer fighting with these.” She eyed the gauges wired to the prototype in Richter’s hand, and was satisfied with the readings. “Unless that’s a personal request for you.”

Following a few moments of just awkwardly shifting in place, Yvette finally settled back against her sheets.

|| I am depriving you all of Yvette boobage via a censor bar, but behold: more tattooooooooos

She glanced down at her tank top and sweatpants with something of a confused frown. She failed to see what made them cute. “Thank you..?”

“And soon,” she pat her hand on the firearm still in the case, “I’ll have two working prototypes.”

To say she was happy with this reaction would be an understatement. “The next test is just taking them out into the field.”

A minute passed before she returned in her pajamas. She sat cross-legged on the bed, stretched her arms over her head with a yawn, and briefly glanced down at Carol.

“Like you may drown in that shirt.” With her sweatpants and tank top slung over her shoulder, she started for the bathroom. “I’m going to change.”

“Well, ah… There’s, uh…” A little pink in the face, Yvette scanned through her drawers. “The shorts will be a little long, and the shirts too big, but they’d be warmer.”