[color=orangered][h3]Natsumi Fujikawa[/h3][/color]
Natsumi was startled out of her book by the sound of the alarm. The familiar sense of fear and anxiety crept up her spine. She had seen action before, but not nearly enough to be inured to it. As usual, a part of her mind told her to hide from the problem. If she buried her face in her book, she might not even notice whatever was going on out there. That was absurd, of course. People's lives were on the line and she had the power to do something about it, so it was only logical that she should.

She put her book down on her desk a bit too forcefully and rose to her feet. She was already wearing her flame-resistant bodysuit, but with the top stripped off and tied around her waist, revealing a tank top underneath. That was her compromise between battle-readiness and comfort. When she first started this job, she would wear the suit during her entire shift, but that didn't feel right. The suit made her look strong, confident, sexy… and that wasn't who she was at all. Still, now was the time to put on her heroic façade. She pushed her arms into the sleeves and zipped up the body, then removed the elastic from her ponytail, letting her long red hair tumble freely across her shoulders. Taking a sharp breath to suck in all her worries, she walked briskly towards their usual assembly point. Kubo was probably already out there trying to whip her colleagues into formation. That was one of the few points of relative certainty in this profession.