โOh, good.โ Uncrossing her arms, she gestured down the hall. โLead the way. I promise not to keep you all day.โ
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โAh.โ There was a short pause. โI suppose it would be inconvenient to ask for you to spot, then.โ
โWhere were you headed?โ
โA doc told me I should take one after getting shot.โ Not that it had been a serious hit, clearly.
โIโll figure it out when I get there.โ She shrugged a shoulder. โReally, todayโs supposed to be a rest day. Just got back from some fieldwork.โ
โOh, good.โ She briefly glanced past Richter and down the hall. โThink Iโll mostly just do some stretches.โ
โThe gym.โ With her composure returning to its usual collected default, Tullia crossed her arms over her chest and looked up. โMore specifically, one of the lesser used training rooms. Pretty sure itโs empty right now.โ
Upon colliding with him, Tullia staggered a step back and braced against her heel. Balanced again, she straightened herself out and frowned Richterโs way. โSorry โ I canโt see around corners.โ
Crashing headlong into @crimsxnspartan.bsky.social.
She had not been expecting for anybody to round the corner.
โCrimson, briefly.โ Once the cup had made a full rotation back to where she had taken the first sip from, she lifted it again and had a second.
โYouโre one of few left Iโve actually fought beside.โ Her cup was set on the table, and slowly she was rotating it in place. โI suppose I cared more to check up on you than the othersโ
โNot as often as I should.โ She took as all sip of her coffee. โHavenโt had many opportunities.โ
She sat across from him, cradling the hot cup in her hands. When hr started to speak, Tullia tilted her head and waited โ though after a few seconds of silence, she took the initiative. โHave you been in contact with the others?โ
Tullia stood quietly a moment, frowning and unsure what to say. It was his attitude more than his words which had her concerned. Then, stepping past him and gently nudging his shoulder, she looked across the mess at an empty table. โCome on, letโs go sit.โ
And with her more tame drink in her hand, she turned to face Richter with a frown. โIโm sorry.โ
โThe impermanence of it has long been tiring.โ Stepping to the machine beside the first, Tullia opted simply for a black coffee.
โStill on the pattern of being moved around to whichever team needs a fill-in. So, yeah.โ
Turning on her heels, Tullia followed just behind. โAny recent deployments?โ
โI see.โ Maybe standing in the middle of the hall was a little too awkward for getting a conversation rolling. She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb. โWant to get some coffee in the mess?โ
โHi.โ Short pause. โHow have you been?โ
โDoesnโt particularly matter. We just havenโt had a chance to catch up.โ
โNothing. Just thought we should talk.โ
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