Phoebe cheers up considerably when Dr. Park praises her, while Cal frowns to himself at the obvious game the doctor is playing. No wonder Dr. Shi has all but given up on fostering a positive environment around here. Wheeling himself onto the Achilles, he raises a hand in greeting to Major General Hernandez, who is probably too focused on the mission to notice. That's alright with him. Nothing wrong with blending into the background among such colorful characters. 

[color=D2B48C]Phoebe, come over here for now,"[/color] he says, doing his part to keep his charge under control and out of the way. Phoebe nods, watching the rest of the kids with a sort of deattached curiosity. Cal pities her; none of the Titans or pilots got the chance to experience a normal childhood, and so their sense of relationships is all askew. Other kids her age are probably falling in love or failing tests, not being expected to save the world. 

But so it goes. It's not like he asked for this either. You make lemonade the best you can.

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Anvi hardly has time to respond to Dr. McCulloch's order before a sudden pressure envelops her, forcing her the jerk Talos backwards in an action more instinctual than reactional. Sometimes during training it felt like Talos had a mind of its own, but those faint glimmers are a far cry from the almost physical presence Anvi feels now. It's saving her life, though, and she's not about to blab - to who? Dr. McCulloch? So she can run more tests? Yeah, no thanks!

Slamming backwards in her seat, Centauri Alien reveals itself. It's ugly. Anvi is wary of its tendrils, but they're coming fast and she doesn't have time to maneuver around them. Instead, she pushes forward, grabbing them before they can grab her. The energy flowing off the kaiju is obviously super potent, but the Hyper Core seems to be keeping up just fine. She tugs at the tendrils, first experimentally, then roughly as she tries to rip them away from her assailant. It reminds her a little bit of pulling someone's hair.