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[color=8407c2]“Never fear, devushka,”[/color] The Baeterran drawled, for there was no better word for the way she stretched the sounds. Far from danger they were languid even as they were crisp formed with deliberation but uttered in no real rush. The sound must be perfect, but the delivery? That would come when she deemed. But now she sounded magnanimous, flushed in face and soul with the feeling of victory. The triumph to which fear had given way once vanquished. [color=8407c2]“It’s a little cramped, but if you would hand me my case I can manage. I’ll even waive any performance dues, though if someone [i]wanted[/i] to donate t-”[/color]

Her eyes snapped fully open, fingers tightening on the barrel of the rifle she still held safely safetied and tucked between her knees as realization came home with the clattering of luggage on tile and an imagined twang of snapping strings. Her case, dropped in the explosion. Her case, forgotten in favor of the rifle in her hands. 

A rifle she now looked at with disgust, elation curdling as her lips curled back. 

[color=8407c2]“Nekhoroshiye, kovarnyye, grebanyye zombi sukiny synov'ya!”[/color]

Her foot met the floor. Hard. Actually, that was more uncomfortable than anything since the explosion. All of her belongings had been left behind. The clothes were fine; she had paid a pittance for them, and she would pay a pittance to replace them. Her phone was in her pocket, though the screen may have been cracked. She would have to check. But her guitar. Any sheet music she had brought along. Her tuner. It wasn’t her best. She wasn’t an idiot, she would never have brought her best equipment along on a military transport! But it was all she was allowed to bring! Now someone would have to ship something along, and God knows if the stupid academy would allow care packagesm and-

Rivka scowled, slumping in her seat as though deflated. The esteemed Captain Wei received the only energy she had left in the form of a look that could kill; even acknowledging that it wasn’t her fault ([color=8407c2]which Rivka did begrudgingly[/color]), that they were all safe ([color=8407c2]no thanks to most of their guards[/color]), and that the Captain had done her job ([color=8407c2]did it count if it was done for her?[/color]) she was still the only possible target for her ire at this moment.

The Academy would get a fucking bill.