— 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘌

“Bout done…Hangin’, there Rambo?” It was hard to tell her expression behind the rebreather she was wearing. Worn In case there were any chemical agents left in any of the rounds if even used. Her chair leaned as she reached to grab an unlabeled, small jar. Then loomed⇲

⇱to do the trick, so she quietly started running a check on any other cybernetics. “Might be errors in the final report. Ya’ chrome ain’t being recognized in the system.” A raised eyebrow and a side-eyed glance at the inquiry, but she tilted her in contemplation⇲