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An odd sort of calm has fallen over Makita. After a week of crying herself to sleep every night she seems... more alert. Her movements as she goes through her gear are crisp and precise, even more so than normal.
Her eyes keep flicking toward the door, and there's almost an impatience about her. She's careful to make sure she's really prepared, but it's clear she does not intend to linger any longer than absolutely necessary.
It's not long before she pushes herself to her feet and walks across the room: back to Nokgorka.
[Feel free to catch Makita on her way out, she's about to undergo some even more significant changes...]
Her eyes keep flicking toward the door, and there's almost an impatience about her. She's careful to make sure she's really prepared, but it's clear she does not intend to linger any longer than absolutely necessary.
It's not long before she pushes herself to her feet and walks across the room: back to Nokgorka.
[Feel free to catch Makita on her way out, she's about to undergo some even more significant changes...]