Zagnut A3, Thursday Evening

[findingelena]

Elena was on edge. She wasn't psychic in the least, but she knew everyone else was on edge, and people kept disappearing. Places, too.

So Elena had gotten her gun and one slim knife out from the weapons locker. She was still a Turk, and tonight? Tonight, she was going to patrol. It was what Turks did.

(Just for the big-little sibling, as Elena's

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[give_areason]

It was what Turks did and it was what Rosalind had been doing since she'd gotten to the beach that morning and found that Reno--wasn't there.

Signs in the sand said that he had been there and that had concerned her. Then the roaches and the monsters and escorting Scully back to the cabins had been a feat in and of itself as Scully had been... skilled, but civilian skilled.

Of course, not every world was used to monsters. The disappearing concerned her more. A lot more.

Was it any surprise that Rosalind let herself into the cabin without permission to track her sister down?

"What are you doing?" Rosalind asked, leaning in the alcove. She looked like she always did, but careful eyes would pick out small signs of dust, of dirt.

Signs that she'd been out and out for a good while.

[findingelena]

Elena raised an eyebrow, squaring her shoulders to face her sister.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she said. "I'm heading out."

She'd been a Turk for several years. Just because Rosalind remembered her as an eight-year-old didn't mean she still was one.

[give_areason]

"Without backup?" Rosalind enquired icily. Never mind that she'd spent the day without back up.

She was Rosalind. It was different.

"Reno's gone," she reported.

Which, hopefully, explained some of her concern.

[findingelena]

That, Elena hadn't known. She stared at her sister for a few minutes, then kicked the edge of her bedframe.

She was going to have bruised toes later, but she didn't care.

"Fuck," she seethed.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, that hurt.

"All the more reason," she said, turning away from her sister and securing her gun holster. Hoping her voice still sounded professional. "Civilians out there. Could get any of them."