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Mila followed Mavis for the most part. She was more suited for close quarter combat, after all, if they ran into enemies. However, Mila took Mavis' words - about threat recognition and engagement - very seriously. She would constantly be scanning around them [i]on top of[/i] Subaru's support. It might be a bit overkill, but best to leave nothing to luck. 

Though it seem it was all for naught, for before long they had reached and fulfilled their first objective. 
[color=a187be]"If you and me succeeded, probabilities are the others met some success also. From the report Subaru gave us, it seems to confirm that enemy presence is low in this sector."[/color] While she was speaking, Mila was quickly cut by a thrown piece of candy at herself. 

[color=a187be]"Ironic."[/color] Mila said. Although [i]'Funny'[/i] would have been more accurate for anyone else. [color=a187be]"I had brought these to share with my companions, but calculated that now was not the time. Was I wrong?"[/color] Mila said as she brought out, yet again, some pieces of candies she had brought for Mavis and Subaru when she learned of their sweet tooth. 

The cyborg girl walked closer to Mavis and put her Iron Saga against a concrete destroyed pillar before giving her own sugary gift to Mavis. If not for now, then for later - the time seemed right. [color=a187be]"Sorry, Subaru."[/color] she said into the comm, knowing full well Subaru could probably have her own stash of sweets boards her things back at the transport, if she so wished.

To her red-haired friend's comment Mila looked out onto the horizon, then back at Mavis. "[i][color=a187be]As well?[/color][/i]" Mila said, purposely on an interrogative tone [color=a187be]"Did things not go according to your own calculations, Captain Limit?"[/color]