"That's..."

Sammy's foot stopped tapping and her ears drooped a little when she heard that Maxima had completely lost touch with Gata. Her hero. The reason she'd signed up for Aristeia in the first place, the model she'd chosen for her own gene engineering. And what she gets is, what, that the game is the only thing keeping any of them in touch. That it's useless to...

"Okay, what gives?" She's looking up at Maxima, all the girth of the woman towering over Sammy as she sits and holds a hot pack to herself to keep her core stable. "Like, what the fuck are you here for? You never kept in touch with Gata at all, but here I am trying to pull some version of [i]her[/i] routine and you, what, just fucking show up out of the goodness of your heart cuz we were on the same losing team? With like, a bullshit amount of prep for a fight that Gata would never take because it's unwinnable without a motherfucking wall to back you into. What the fuck's your deal?!"

After her voice comes back down, she adds "peanut butter bar was good though, thanks for, like, not being a jerk about it, whatever it is." Stupid, sentimental, but then she could count on one hand the number of people that would have been ready like this, or that would have just fed her no questions asked. It meant something, even if it was coming from a crazy cow.