[center][h1][color=forestgreen]Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet[/color][/h1][/center]

Winding up on the floor atop Tomoko and one of the other GMGs wasn't the worst thing, far comfier then being on the floor with only a slip of cardboard for cushioning. She could have snuggled closer and enjoyed it more had alarms not begun blaring, casting the room into a flurry of hurried motion, everyone running about to address something going on below in the city. Even airborne and encased in metal and glass, Terrorkeat could feel the Quake heralding a GMG growing and bounded to her feet, eyes scanning through the pane beneath her for some sign of the offender. 

She had great eyesight but lacking any point of reference and she was looking for a needle in a haystack within the HART airship. Fortunately HART had their own equipment and they were treated to the ever amorphous and amorous blob kaiju that was Goomie. The green haired avian pouted, wishing she had gotten such a disarming name till Tomoko beckoned for everyone's attention.

[color=forestgreen]"Pfft, like you even need to ask. Of course I'll help, happy to- Erk!"[/color] Yeshua choked, face draining of color as they questioned why she had transformed in the first place. It wasn't a secret per se, but there were a lot of people here and that was just embarrassing. She smiled then, as Tomoko put it off for later and the bird took that as an excuse to leave. Sending out a faint stream of air before her, she mapped her way through the vessel as she went and worked upwards to the deck. Stopping only to shuck off her pack containing all her worldy possessions indoorts, she leaped off the edge and hurtled down towards the city.

A tube of wind kept her at a diagonal angle, covering a great swathe of distance so her transformation wouldn't need to be right upon HART's doorstep. When mobile skyscrapers began to give way to warehouses and docking cranes, Yeshua Sands disappeared and Terrorkeat emerged into the city for the second time that day.