[ There's a certain level of discretion, normally, for situations like this. Gazes politely averting when certain, unspeakable words get tip-toed around — in theory. Red chooses to hold Yusuke's gaze for as long as he'll allow it, her answer coming in the form of a single, grim nod. He's heard from him, in slow, but certain terms. Some details to follow up, once she pressed him for them.
It didn't sound pretty. Seeing here, she's starting to see why.
She crouches down beside Yusuke, taking in the appearance of the security drone. Exceedingly primitive compared to what she's seen, but that doesn't mean much anymore. She's not here to help, exactly, more just to make sure that no one's driving themselves to the point of exhaustion in an attempt to do something—
Her arms crawl at the sight of a brilliant, static-y white that seems to cover the edges of the drone ( or maybe her arms crawl at the same time, out of pure coincidence; she doesn't want to entertain that possibility for long ). Red's body freezes, blinking the sight away.
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It didn't sound pretty. Seeing here, she's starting to see why.
She crouches down beside Yusuke, taking in the appearance of the security drone. Exceedingly primitive compared to what she's seen, but that doesn't mean much anymore. She's not here to help, exactly, more just to make sure that no one's driving themselves to the point of exhaustion in an attempt to do something—
Her arms crawl at the sight of a brilliant, static-y white that seems to cover the edges of the drone ( or maybe her arms crawl at the same time, out of pure coincidence; she doesn't want to entertain that possibility for long ). Red's body freezes, blinking the sight away.
A trick of the light, maybe ( she hopes ). ]