Yes, yes, time is of the essence, is it not? 

After all, you can only borrow so much.

With the fires out, and her uniform back to presentable, Captain Vasilia took the long, lonely march to the hangar at a fast walk. 

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From the depths of settling chaos, Dolce emerged. 

His vest was horribly rumpled, and would no doubt take a good ironing to get back to its former glory. Not to mention a few washes to rid it of that smokey flavor. He stepped lightly, wary of any more of Ares’ surprises, and dutifully ignoring the litany of scrapes, bumps, and burns that covered him from head to toe. 

Then, he spotted Alexa amid the wreckage, and dashed over without a second to lose. 

“Oh! Your shield.” All splintered and wrecked! And hardly enough time to put it right. Oh dear, oh dear. “The next time we stop, it will be someplace we can fix it.” He assured her, patting her arm with a warm smile.