((Now that I'm not going (as) crazy))

[center][h1]Kiatiaki[/h1]
[h2]Homestead[/h2]

[b]Wake Up; Grab A Brush And Put A Little Make-Up[/b][/center]

Michele woke a pitch darkness. She ached in parts of her body she had never known could feel pain. 

She half-blamed the armored suit for the rough and tumble landing she had made when she jettisoned from the DPV. Skye had mentioned it was fresh in from assembly and programing; the notion that it might have had a few kinks and bugs to work out wasn't entirely out of the question. [i]Excuses.[/i] As the return journey from Aralsk returned them to the Homestead, Michele only shifted more of the weight of that mishap onto her own shoulders. She was a newbie; a rookie. She knew there would be a learning curve; it was just a sharper turn than she figured it'd be. 

Not without effort, she managed to remove herself from her bed and onto her feet. It was a good first step. 

She stretched as best she could and tended to her wounds. While the armor had proven resilient to light firearms, a few lucky shots had caught the spaces where it was left thinner for mobility. There was that, and the fact that she had weathered the jumppack donning gunmen, who had come prepared to deal with a heavier threat than her. 

The thought of it shuddered her. She had managed to do them in before they could off her... five... five men in total had been ripped through by Hornet's trigger before the Cavalry arrived. Michele wouldn't soon forget that she had taken lives for the first time... she had jotted it all down as soon as she was back in her room. 'Aralsk. Five. FNP-90,' was stretched into the pages of a small notepad. She'd have that if anyone decided to give her shit for being 'too soft.' 

To say the least of all, she had survived, even if she had to chock it down to luck a few times. Evidently, she had taken a rough it at the tail end of the firefight that left her out cold until they were airborne and en route home. [i]The Englishman will never let me live that down,[/i] she joked to herself. 

Daring to venture, she swung open the door to.het quarters into a significantly brighter corridor, and started towards the dining area with a grumbling stomach.