[ as one who is far too accustomed to dying and reviving in the same minute, the disorientation doesn't last long. she experiences a little bit of a daze, but ultimately shakes it off as soon as she's able. too many times this man has seen her at her most vulnerable, and it's unfair to instill that kind of impression of her to archer— after all, he doesn't quite know what she's capable of.

hell, even she isn't so aware of what she's still capable of doing, but with a new beginning means she's more cautious. and she won't hesitate. the flower's defense mechanism can decide at any minute to create more "sisters," and she can't let a little fatigue get to her if she doesn't want to make the same mistake she had a year ago. ]

Save it.

[ said as she pushes further away, shaking her head as the brightness of the station blinds her. ]

Damnit, I hate it up here. [ that's how she's feeling... ] Why couldn't I have slept on the ground?

[ she glares at him the best she could. ] If I sleep again, bring me down. Remember that next time, "first-rate."