[Despite being covered head to toe in armor, Terra somehow manages to 'look' flummoxed when she turns down his escort offer. His posture deflates and his helmet tips ever-so-slightly to the side.
He reaches his free hand out toward her as if he means to stop her right there and argue with her.
Miss, the other first wave Refugees are far better at catching and opening pods than he is! They won't miss him if he's gone a few minutes! And it really is dangerous out here! There are pods falling, fires burning, people rushing around...
And you're... you're kind of small, miss...
Of course, you could still have tremendous power and be capable of handling all of the aforementioned threats, but he has no way of knowing if that's true or not. You could be small and uncommonly strong... or you could be small and uncommonly breakable.
How is he supposed to live with himself if he turns away and you get flattened under a pod??
Except then she waylays him with her last question. His hand drops, curling into a loose fist.]
No... I... [He lifts his head, visor pointing at the sky for a moment. Maybe he thought he saw another pod, maybe he's just thinking about what (or who) he really needs. Cue sad violin music.]
I don't... I'm not hurt. [Cut sad violin music. Up comes the 'now wait just a second' hand again.] Are you sure you don't want my help?
[Are you sure you don't want a total stranger hovering completely unnecessarily over you, Alisaie?]
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[Despite being covered head to toe in armor, Terra somehow manages to 'look' flummoxed when she turns down his escort offer. His posture deflates and his helmet tips ever-so-slightly to the side.
He reaches his free hand out toward her as if he means to stop her right there and argue with her.
Miss, the other first wave Refugees are far better at catching and opening pods than he is! They won't miss him if he's gone a few minutes! And it really is dangerous out here! There are pods falling, fires burning, people rushing around...
And you're... you're kind of small, miss...
Of course, you could still have tremendous power and be capable of handling all of the aforementioned threats, but he has no way of knowing if that's true or not. You could be small and uncommonly strong... or you could be small and uncommonly breakable.
How is he supposed to live with himself if he turns away and you get flattened under a pod??
Except then she waylays him with her last question. His hand drops, curling into a loose fist.]
No... I... [He lifts his head, visor pointing at the sky for a moment. Maybe he thought he saw another pod, maybe he's just thinking about what (or who) he really needs. Cue sad violin music.]
I don't... I'm not hurt. [Cut sad violin music. Up comes the 'now wait just a second' hand again.] Are you sure you don't want my help?
[Are you sure you don't want a total stranger hovering completely unnecessarily over you, Alisaie?]