Back dated to _during_ the Fafner Right of Left finale
[Loraine is hiding under her desk, clinging to the side of it. With headphones on, she's trying to block out noises of combat going on outside the ship. Still, she can feel every shake of the ship as it's rocked by collisions, and sways with each evasive jerk as the ship attempts to avoid another craft or attack.]
[She's out of cigarettes. The mess of a combat situation on the L Boat had her chain smoking until she was out of everything. All that's left is the bathroom gin, and now she just plain feels a little sick.]
Oh god, this boat is going to be my grave one way or another, isn't it? What the hell am I doing here?
[She's out of cigarettes. The mess of a combat situation on the L Boat had her chain smoking until she was out of everything. All that's left is the bathroom gin, and now she just plain feels a little sick.]
Oh god, this boat is going to be my grave one way or another, isn't it? What the hell am I doing here?