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[Anemone was in the district at the time of the attack. There was sound and disorientation and then just chaos taking over, even though the closer she got, it didn't seem like there were any injured. She was bumped into by panicked locals, keeping her from getting any further in, and it wasn't even this city and this situation that stuttered something in her mind.

She's a beautiful Goddess of War, "saving" the day from the terrible Coralians.

Anytime she stops thinking about Dewey for long enough, it catches her by surprise when memories strike and she can't stifle down her disgust.

She stops trying to get to the center. She sends out worried texts and tries to flag down folks at various businesses to check in on, offers to help. Focuses on work, as she's wont to do. She gives Rhys her location because she knows she's not doing so great, idly standing off to the side of a fabric stall, a mask thankfully on her face. Her gaze is distant like she's trying to not focus on the chaos, and her motions are a little... off.]

[ Hearing that Anemone's in the thick of it which all of this nervous panic and anxiety filters through the city doesn't sit well with Rhys. Obviously he shows she can handle herself in the strength department. He's seen her lifting hunks of metal he couldn't even dream of moving. But physical strength is a lot different than being able to handle really messed up, high-tension situations like this and she's still...well, a kid. Not in the same way You seems but...well, it's hard to explain.

When she accepts his offer for company Rhys wastes no time in helping Lucy home before doubling back right through the crowds, heading into the heart of the gas leak's radius until he can spy a familiar head of bright pink hair. ]

Anemone...!

[ he calls out to her before he makes his way over to her side, a little winded because he's just not good at running in any form, really. He'll even need a moment to catch his breath before he can properly check up on her, but he's going to do it. ]

H, hey...how...how are you...? You holding out o-okay?

[Her level of "handling" this kind of thing is on as much of a hair-trigger as her personality. She tries not to call into question the source of her distress.

She turns to his voice and offers up a hand up in a wave and waits for his approach. What, did he run here?]

I'm alright.

[She half-smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes in the slightest. She's definitely trying to act fine.]

[ he definitely did. Or at least tried, "running" is really more of a relative term in this case. ]

You sure? You look...

[ Stricken? Shellshocked? Uneasy? All of the above and more? ]

...stressed. How about we get out of here, maybe go back to your place or go for a walk or something.

[ Anything to get her away from all of this. ]

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[Her shoulders tense. At least he went with stressed instead of any of the other words, which may've had her lashing out instead of just gritting her teeth against her better judgment. Maybe she shouldn't have asked for company. She could've toughed it out, even if she's expecting to look over her shoulder and see waves of creatures with eyes like hers--

She knows better than this. She's smart. It's just an attack. It has no frame of reference with the Coralians--if it did her head would be in pain and she'd be doubling over in agony.]

They need help out here.

[Don't work too hard out there? he'd said to her at the end of their first meeting. But if she doesn't work it isn't that she's going to spiral into her thoughts; she just wants to hurt someone. Whoever did this. Whoever got her friend(s) sick and took a notch out of her stable life.]

Then we'll help together, okay? Slowly, and at an easy pace. They called the city guard in to come help and it doesn't look like anything actually blew up. Most of the damage is from the people that panicked and bowled one another over.

[ Because she looks a hair's breadth away from snapping a little and considering her strength maybe that's not the greatest thing. Rhys isn't afraid of her so much as worried for her because...well. She doesn't look like an adult even though she's trying to involve herself in stuff that is, you know?

Someone needs to look out for her. ]

[How does she find a way to say 'no' to that? Is this what happens when you're around the same people for 3-4 months? They just sort of start to know how you tick, even if you lock yourself up tight?

That doesn't seem fair.

She throws out the perished foodstuffs she was working with and sighs, fingers digging into her palm a moment before she turns to... well, mostly pay complete attention to him. Her focus is still just a little off. She's as present as she's going to get though.]

Alright. [She taps the mask on her face.] Some clear air could do some good.

[ You get good at trying to de-escalate situations when you work at one of the most bloodthirsty companies in the galaxy. And then wind up on one of the most bloodthirsty planets in the galaxy shortly after getting fired from the aforementioned company.

The point is Rhys has practice and while it usually doesn't work at all on Pandora, here it holds up a little more. ]

Let's go get a breather then.

[ he holds out a hand for her, silently hoping she doesn't just crush it in some bizarre, incredibly-unlucky twist of fate. ]

[He's lucky. Probably really, extremely lucky, but she reaches out a takes the hand and if she ever finds out he blabbed about this moment of weakness of her's, then she'll definitely come back and crush his hands.

But for this odd moment, she focuses on his grip and tries to ignore the buzz of activity around her and follows his lead.]

[ Come now, Rhys has some tact! It's rare but when feelings matter and he happens to care about the other person Rhys actually does a pretty decent job of being...decent. Plus Anemone's younger than him and by default he just wants to seem capable and cool and On The Ball for her. That includes being there for her during times like this, and when she takes his hand he gives her a faint smile and wraps his larger fingers around hers.

He'll start walking, slow, just so his pace matches hers. ]

[Rhys wouldn't know tact if it walked up to him and punched him in the face.

You know. Probably.]

...why'd this even happen. [mumble] It's just stupid.

Some people as just assholes and suck I guess. They have to ruin things for everyone or they get their kicks freaking everyone out. Heck it could have even been a practical joke that just...isn't really funny. At all.

[ Rhys shrugs and lets himself rattle on a little to fill the heavy air. ]

They'll probably round them all up pretty quick. Someone's got to have seen something.

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