[color=black][i][b]FOUR![/b][/i][/color] came the echo. 

And then after it, silence. Another heart beat in tandem with Quinn’s, another set of muscles not her own suddenly relaxed. She could feel someone draped over her like a blanket, exhausted, but as euphorically pleased as she was with what they had done. Together. 

“[color=gray]God—[/color]” Besca’s voice choked over the comms. “[color=gray]I’m…yeah you are, hun. You are. Just—[/color]”

A triumphant holler from [i]Firebrand[/i] interrupted her, and even that was drowned out by the bestial howl the Savior unleased with her. A brief jolt of fight or flight struck Quinn from within, and then the cockpit lurched, suddenly and with enough force to knock her onto the ground. Laying there, she could feel [i]Ablaze[/i] being raised off its feet, into the air, and hear something squeezing it. 

“[COLOR=fc4a03][i]Atta girl![/i][/color]” the woman cheered in her ear. “[COLOR=fc4a03]Bring her in![/color]”

Was…

[i]Was[/i] Firebrand [i]hugging her?[/i]

Moments later the cockpit jostled again as, presumably, she was set back down. There was an awkward silence, before the woman piped up again. 

“[COLOR=fc4a03]Oh, shit—did you disconnect already? Hey, my bad, you alright in there? Sorry, I get a little excited sometimes, head gets away from me. You totally killed it out there though—not that I’m surprised! You’re Quinnlash, right? Quinnlash Loughvein? I’m a big fan of the way you blow shit up and don’t murder people.[/color]”

More rustling, and even without being able to see, Quinn could likely tell what was going on—[i]Firebrand[/i] was shaking [i]Ablaze[/i]’s hand. 

“[COLOR=fc4a03]It's an absolute pleasure to meet you. I'm Axan Dane.[/color]”