[b][center][h3][color=6ecff6] Adalia [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Locker Room
[b][color=6ecff6]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rokkit [@Lucius Cypher]
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Adalia took a second to try and decipher the words that came out of Rokkit's mouth. She was already flustered from running into the instructor, and her brain had little processing power left to actually figure much else out besides repeating the phrase [i]DON'T BREAK DOWN[/i] over and over. Grot? Was that a codeword? Adalia had missed a briefing for sure, and now she couldn't even understand what anyone was saying. 

Adalia's voice squeaked, somehow too quiet and too loud at different syllables. [color=6ecff6]"I - uh, Adalinthal."[/color]

Get a grip! This is your squadmates she was talking to! Adalia's nails dug harder into the inhaler plastic, threatening to break it despite Adalia's lack of grip strength. She straightened herself up and as best as she could, tried to look back at the giant in front of her in a respectable manner.

[color=6ecff6]"A-Adalia Isola Rosenthal! Thank you to meet your acquaintance!"[/color] She shouted and inadvertently squinted, perhaps from the instinctual body language that had she offended Rokkit, the tiny cat was little more than a stress ball's squeeze away from death. 

[i]Rosenthal[/i] would be a household name to most of the residents who had dipped their toes in either the gambling trade, or the illegal Anima trade, being an open secret that the suits who ran some of the fanciest high-stakes casinos were also the ones handling arms out the back. Adalia, having used an alias most of her life, had to submit her real details when registering, something that she hoped wouldn't backfire on her somehow. Either way, she wasn't here to represent the Rosenthal name - for now, she just had to hold together and not screw up any more than she already had.

That meant getting this tactical gear on somehow, deciphering how where all the straps and transceivers were supposed to go over her clothes - no, wait, the left leg wasn't going to the right - were these buckles always this loose? - Adalia looked sideways at the strangers in the locker-room and tried to hop into a corner where she would draw less attention with her display of sartorial incompetence.