Nita can be found squinting at one of the screens - not because of her headache, but out of suspicion.
"Recordings, huh? Why have this, and the journals, but still no text option?"
Seemed an odd combination to her. Part of her wanted to test it, particularly to see if it retained the info, but it still felt risky.
Before the Platform: Luggage
Weaving in and around the hubbub that the luggage carriage had become - people returning, packages being fetched - Nita held one bracelet clutched in her fist.
It was here; her preset spells were here - but too late to have saved anyone on the mission. She grit her teeth, mixed feelings churning, wishing even with all that she'd done that it had been enough-
Which, of course, was when she bumped into something. Or someone, maybe. Still, apologies were in order.
"S-sorry."
Hopefully they hadn't caught her middle name from the announcements.
During/After the Platform
You may find her with the newest of the informational leaflets, or helping hand out drinks or warm food, but whatever the matter Nita is doing her best to be a reassuring presence.
While also being as true as possible. Given how unreassuring the whole situation was, this was a balancing act to behold.
"You can punch the train, but you're more likely to just bruise your hand. Haven't even heard it complain once since I've been here."
Shaking her head, she went on, "Though it's definitely alive and listening, I've gotten that much from it."
Nita OTAs
Nita can be found squinting at one of the screens - not because of her headache, but out of suspicion.
"Recordings, huh? Why have this, and the journals, but still no text option?"
Seemed an odd combination to her. Part of her wanted to test it, particularly to see if it retained the info, but it still felt risky.
Before the Platform: Luggage
Weaving in and around the hubbub that the luggage carriage had become - people returning, packages being fetched - Nita held one bracelet clutched in her fist.
It was here; her preset spells were here - but too late to have saved anyone on the mission. She grit her teeth, mixed feelings churning, wishing even with all that she'd done that it had been enough-
Which, of course, was when she bumped into something. Or someone, maybe. Still, apologies were in order.
"S-sorry."
Hopefully they hadn't caught her middle name from the announcements.
During/After the Platform
You may find her with the newest of the informational leaflets, or helping hand out drinks or warm food, but whatever the matter Nita is doing her best to be a reassuring presence.
While also being as true as possible. Given how unreassuring the whole situation was, this was a balancing act to behold.
"You can punch the train, but you're more likely to just bruise your hand. Haven't even heard it complain once since I've been here."
Shaking her head, she went on, "Though it's definitely alive and listening, I've gotten that much from it."