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[just_a_soldier]

Trapped like an animal, Aeryn paced the corridor. The numbers on the doors never seemed to stay the same and she wasn't sure if she was going the right way. All she knew was she had to get away, back to her room.

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[fighting_mad]

No laughter now, Plourr is walking down the hall after her. "Aeryn," she calls, and it's a measure of her hurry that she left her boots under the table and her datapad filled with state secrets on top of it.

[just_a_soldier]

Blank shock flashed on her face. Plourr came after her. It's not easy to ignore her and keep walking. Aeryn does it, aware of her temper and the effect it's likely to have.

[fighting_mad]

There's no getting rid of her that easily. Plourr keeps following. "Come on, Aeryn, it's not that big of a deal."

[just_a_soldier]

"Frell off." She shot back over her shoulder, teeth clenched.

Not thinking clearly, stomach filled with cold dread.

[fighting_mad]

"Well, fuck you, too," she says, but she takes three long strides and catches the older woman by the elbow. "Stop running, dammit."

[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn wrenched her arm from Plourr's grasp. For a microt, she forgot that Plourr wasn't the problem. That she wasn't the enemy and cold anger took over her.

She pivoted, fist aimed directly for the other pilot's face.

[fighting_mad]

Yeah, wasn't expecting that, though she should have been.

There is now a princess bent over in the middle of the hallway, swearing, hand over her bleeding nose.

[just_a_soldier]

The hallway spun back into focus. Her hand was wet. Red, like Plourr's nose. She swallowed thickly, strode forward.

"I'm sorry."

Sometimes I just can't see.

[fighting_mad]

"You bitch," she says, hand still covering her (still bleeding) nose, and it's partially annoyed, yes, but there's some admiration there, too. Plourr can appreciate a nice punch, even when she's on the receiving end of it.

[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn nodded hollowly at that.

"Let me." Pulling a clean tissue from her pocket, she attempted to fix the damage she had caused.

[fighting_mad]

"I'm fine." She straightens up, taking the tissue and shoving it under her nose. "Kriff, Aeryn, I was getting along just fine without this being a regular thing between you and me." She gestures vaguely at the bloody tissue, herself, and Aeryn.

[just_a_soldier]

"You shouldn't...I didn't..." She took a calming breath.

"I didn't do it intentionally."

[fighting_mad]

She bites back the snapped response that immediately comes to her lips (she's getting better at it, really).

Plourr sighs.

"It was just Hobbie," she says, a little quietly.

[just_a_soldier]

"Just Hobbie." She echoed quietly, her voice drained of what little emotion it had to begin with.

[fighting_mad]

"Why does it matter?"

[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn frowned. "You know why."