[Goodness knows her loyalty to the blade – and to the javelin on her mech – is still stronger than it is to the gun. Too much technology, too much advancement, too much automation strips achievements of their finesse. Or so she believes, anyway.
The dance carries them on for a few moments longer before Jeremiah asks his next question, which inspires a soft burst of warmth to tingle its way up the back of her scalp. Part of her is still a little shy about it all, if only because they're surrounded by people and she's so damned inclined to keep herself shielded. But more and more, she's finding that there's more comfort – more strength, more solidity, more room for progress – to be found venturing outside of her comfort zone than there is left within it. At least here, where all her other comforts cease to exist.
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[Goodness knows her loyalty to the blade – and to the javelin on her mech – is still stronger than it is to the gun. Too much technology, too much advancement, too much automation strips achievements of their finesse. Or so she believes, anyway.
The dance carries them on for a few moments longer before Jeremiah asks his next question, which inspires a soft burst of warmth to tingle its way up the back of her scalp. Part of her is still a little shy about it all, if only because they're surrounded by people and she's so damned inclined to keep herself shielded. But more and more, she's finding that there's more comfort – more strength, more solidity, more room for progress – to be found venturing outside of her comfort zone than there is left within it. At least here, where all her other comforts cease to exist.
So she smiles back and answers with ease.]
A walk sounds lovely.