Eight nods at Galo's offer. She was no medic, so knowledge of how the tools on the train work would be helpful should she ever need it.
She's silent at Rich's words. That... was rare, but not unheard of in the Octarian military. They were all united by a sense of purpose to help each other and their city. But for some, it was too much: the drills were too intense; the fear of fighting was too much; or they weren't improving fast enough to keep up with everyone else. The process was surprisingly easy. Just step out of range of the spawn point and find a large elevation in a deep body of water. Just like what she did...
Galo's words snaps her out of the memory and into the present. She looks over the assessment, and decides that the best thing that she could do was keep him talking. They can address the implications of... the other thing, in a moment. "What bastard in your head? What's shocking you?"
cw: neglect, grief of loss, suicide
She's silent at Rich's words. That... was rare, but not unheard of in the Octarian military. They were all united by a sense of purpose to help each other and their city. But for some, it was too much: the drills were too intense; the fear of fighting was too much; or they weren't improving fast enough to keep up with everyone else. The process was surprisingly easy. Just step out of range of the spawn point and find a large elevation in a deep body of water. Just like what she did...
Galo's words snaps her out of the memory and into the present. She looks over the assessment, and decides that the best thing that she could do was keep him talking. They can address the implications of... the other thing, in a moment. "What bastard in your head? What's shocking you?"