"Oh! Oh! No, it's cause--" Errant briefly loses her train of thought punching out a gunman, "Think about it, right? When was the last time you saw somebody wear a hat in a movie with a big city scene? Never, right? Well, there was Imperium Nova 3 with that weird Fedora Cult scene, but those were the [i]villains[/i]. Also nobody, like, saw that movie. Anyway yeah, you know? Uh... Stars Over Halcyon? Three Midnights Till We Part? Seventy Four? With the big scene where she's the only one not under the rain shield and she's crying her eyes out while her lover vanishes into the crowd in the park? It's rain chic! Everybody wants to look like that! You've gotta get [i]soaked[/i], let your hair cling to your forehead all... erm..."

Errant flushes, and turns her back on Sabrem in a way she wouldn't have dared even twenty minutes ago. Posture rigid. Arms straight. She yanks an electro-sword out of a fried suit of armor, because maybe if she looks cool enough she'll stop wanting to sink into the floor. She turns and looks over her shoulder again. 

"Anyway. Yeah. I just. Yeah. Thank you. For the... for the advice. And the, um. This is my contact info. Check in so I... know you're not breaking parole. Stay. No, right. Going now."

With a hop and a flourish, Errant hops over a barricade and zips back out into the field, zipping this way and that through Sara's rainbow hellscape with the grace of a certain princess. She dances between safe spaces, practicing those alien, fluid motions and seeing how she can push herself to... not push herself. A good soldier always takes the good ideas she finds on the battlefield. While she runs she flips through her commlink and presses dial on the number for her bank. 

"Hello, yes? This is Euna Kim, I'm calling because I was hoping to..."

She goes sailing over the top of Sara's head with a placid half smile on her face as she somersaults onto the back of the nearest trooper trying to claw their way onto her beautiful star. She stomps, twists, and flips off of them to the ground so that her hair does a full mermaid's flip behind her. 

"Mhm, yes that's right I'm looking to upgrade my account. Yes, of course I'm fine with that fee..."

The sword sings in her hand, cutting wide, crackling arcs through the air and delivering full system shutdown levels of voltage to one suit and then another. She slashes, flips the blade over her wrist, and smashes somebody in the face with the flat, then tosses the sword over her head, does a half-spin on the balls of her feet, catches it with her other hand, and completes the spin with another wide slash across the chestplate of a woman who'd decided that standing up was the power move after all. 

"Mhm... mhm... ok, great! Thank you so much! Yes of course, you have a nice day, too. Ok bye!"

She comes to a halt in front of Sara. And now she's still. And now she's silent. There's a look of concentration on her face, like she's trying to burn this moment into her memory forever. The joy on Sara's face as she works. The colors playing all around her. The battle that neither one of them for a single moment has a thought of losing. The...

She flicks her wrist behind her and tosses the sword through a power cable of a charging heavy trooper. She dips into a wide bow, flourishing her hands to either side for the camera drones flitting all about as the clumsy suit of armor skids to a halt just behind her. 

"So, I uh," she stumbles, ruining the shot yet again, "Was wondering if... hey, um... do you... like hats?"

Fucking [i]really[/i], Euna?

[Defend: [b]7[/b]. Errant takes Influence on Sara again and escalates the situation]