Helen sipped from her thermos of chamomile tea and giggled affably at Miles' gung-ho attitude. The guy really didn't give any shits about how he came off to people. That sneer seemed to have been ripped straight from the cheesy anime that the closeted weeaboo watched. (Helen had seen his internet history. Shit taste, dude.)

[color=7ea7d8]"C'mon Miley,"[/color] she teased lightheartedly, [color=7ea7d8]"there's no need to be such a fogey." [/color]

Her easy gaze shifted back and forth from her teammates and Zeke's cartridge twirling. That was some seriously magical stuff right there. She was kinda jealous, she could never twirl anything like that. Not enough dexterity. Her hands were precise, co-ordinated, not the kind for fun little things like this. She had a classmate who sat next to her in AP Calculus back in high school who would always twirl her pen. So majestic. But back to the more important things.

[color=7ea7d8]"Both of you have valid points. We need to show that the K9 is something to be feared but just barging in or tiptoeing around them isn't going to be effective enough in the long term. They'll snag us if we go all in and they'll snag us if we wait too long to attack. We need to strike with the element of surprise, go straight for their heads. Target the top and send the whole crew into disarray."[/color]