[It had been nearly a year since her last day on Pandora, and while it had put her mind at ease, it hadn't blunted her instincts. The frantic beeping from her 'gear was not unlike the alerts that had roused her from her feverish naps in the control core. Upon hearing the noise, Angel jolted up, wide-awake or close to it.
The downside to her quick, instinctive reaction was that she was on high-alert. As she held her gear out, the panic on her face would be clear. When she spoke, there was a sense of urgency in her words.]
Armin, what's wr-- [She wasn't able to finish speaking before the little bird was presented to her. Her eyes went wide, chasing away those Pandoran ghosts that still haunted the girl.]
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The downside to her quick, instinctive reaction was that she was on high-alert. As she held her gear out, the panic on her face would be clear. When she spoke, there was a sense of urgency in her words.]
Armin, what's wr-- [She wasn't able to finish speaking before the little bird was presented to her. Her eyes went wide, chasing away those Pandoran ghosts that still haunted the girl.]
She's beautiful.