[quote=@Aisede]Her eyes sweep the room, catching the eyes of everybody she could muster up the courage to meet. Regrettably, that included the devil, but she managed to avoid Myron and the Liberator. They settle, finally, on the blue-haired girl, and she offers a chocolate directly.

Please like chocolate. Every girl like chocolate! It's science. 

"Princess? Um, do princesses eat-" Before she can finish what she was saying, her eyes widen, and she gasps.

Meds

Meds!

MEDS!

Kaitlyn collapses forward against the table, frantically sifting through the satchels on her belt until she flips open the correct one and withdraws a non-descript orange bottle. Her hands are shaking as she tries, fails, and tries again to open the lid, ultimately managing to fumble her way into a handful of small white pills. Grimacing, she throws one into her mouth and follows up with a swip from the canteen clipped to her belt. Her eyes pinch closed, and for several long seconds, she remains perfectly still. Then, breathing slowly, she eases herself back into her seat.

Her eyes are distant, and pained, as she gestures towards the chocolates scattered across the tabletop.

"C-condition..." She whispers.[/quote]

Before she knew it, the third newcomer, Kaitlyn, was offering her chocolate after a rapid fire series of questions. “Thank you.” She said, accepting the treat. The girl was perhaps overly excitable but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She had the right idea of things at least. They should do their best to get along… even if they had reservations. The swordswoman’s eyes flickered to the devil lady briefly at the thought.

“I think pop’s fine-” Was as far as she got before the brown haired girl lurched forwards. Peony froze. Instinct told her to act but this wasn’t enemy action (as far as she could tell) nor was there any immediate cause to the spasm. It was fortunate then that Kaitlyn swallowed a small pill and stabilized a second later.

The blue haired woman let out a breath she didn’t remember holding though she still felt disoriented at the sudden ordeal. She was grateful that Cristina took charge of the situation, she wasn’t in the headspace to offer support of her own though that left her feeling slightly guilty.

[quote=@esqueleto]Turning away from the group slightly and shifting his body towards her, The Liberator gave Peony most of his attention when he heard her pipe up. "My responsibilities. Becoming what I used to fear forced me to look into that world- y'know, the world of Arms Masters, and it turned out that most of 'em weren't psychopaths with nukes, so to speak. They're people with a lot of hard power tied to them, but still just people in the end. There's good, there's bad, and there's gray, just like there is with those that don't have NAs." He then looked back at the group, and exerted his x-ray vision and super senses at a small scale, just to gauge how everyone here was feeling about each other and also in case they'd invited unwanted attention. "What's with the guys up on the buildings? They with us?", he asked, voice casual but stern as he scanned the horizon and saw Baalphegor's security through the walls of their respective hiding spots.[/quote]

The Liberator’s response was a welcome distraction. Surprisingly, she resonated with the patriotic Arms Master’s outlook. “Our Arms are an extension of ourselves. They make us more but not better, not even that different.” At least, she wanted to believe that last point. Her smile dimmed. “I mean, my Arm forced me to ‘look out’ too. It was a lot easier to ignore the world before I got it.” She picked up the inert hilt of her Arm and observed how it distorted light and how her arm took on a metallic sheen. “Yet even with all its baggage, I can’t really say I regret manifesting one.” It felt like something was waiting to reveal itself all her life had finally been brought to the light even if only in retrospect.

Peony didn’t say that last part out loud, she was already getting a bit too sentimental for the mood.

The Liberator’s tentative warning had her grip Liminal Tesseract firmly though she refrained from going as far as to activate it. While there were perfectly logical reasons why armed soldiers would watch them even if a paranoid part of her kindled the lingering stress from the battle.