She was a lot calmer now that she had gotten to know one of the other pilots.

Perhaps it was the brief moment of normal conversation that soothed her. Or perhaps it was that brief feeling of euphoria when she started playing her music again for someone to listen to. In any case, she simply stood there in front of that guy, trying to be as inconspicuous as she could.

[color=fdc68a]"Utano! You were equally shameful... you practically stood there doing nothing, although, if you count shooting someone in the fetal position as something... then well, that's something. To be honest, I'm not too sure why someone like you is even here," [/color]that guy said.

[i]Maybe it had something to do with you kidnapping me,[/i] she thought. [i]Not that he's likely to let me just go back home regardless...[/i]

Today was the day she had thought death for her was a forgone conclusion. It still was, but not on this day. But now, at the very least, she didn't want to go out falling over everything in her mech and still be generally unhelpful. Utano wasn't here of her own accord, but whether she was consenting of not didn't matter to these guys, she'd still be pushed out to war and from what these guys were wearing and how they acted, there was very little she could do to dissuade them.

[color=fdc68a]"Now leave,"[/color] muttered Lorenzo as he sat down back into his seat and flipped a strange pass of sorts while shooing everyone away, [color=fdc68a]"I need to figure out how to spend my all-day pass of relaxation~"[/color]

Suddenly everything took a turn for the worst as he shot Ian.

She could only stare wide eyed as the guy shot him again, this time at his ear. His legs looked... Utano couldn't even manage a scream. Something pushed against the back of her throat suddenly, causing her to bolt out of the room. Her flight to the women's toilet was cut short by her skidding on the smooth floor of the facility, causing her to fall flat on her face. She pushed herself up and retched.

And finally, she screamed.

Utano screamed in that little corridor until her throat felt sore. She sat back against the wall, shivering. Never in her life did she thought she would see that much blood in once place. Picking herself up, she stumbled into the toilet, cleaning herself up as best she could. It was a good thing the material her outfit was made of could be cleaned easily, as well as being water proof for obvious reasons.

There was simply no way she could ever forget those kneecaps exploding into red chunks, bending where they should not bend.