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[sideofperfect]

DMG-A was just out on triffid patrol.

There are fewer than usual, but she's still being cautious as she climbs neatly across the sides of buildings back towards her home tunnel.

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[readyforround3]

Emil's feeling rather chipper.

There are up sides and down sides to being a supersoldier, and one of the up sides happens to be ridiculously fast recovery.

Roughly twenty-four hours ago, he had the large majority of the bones in his body broken.

Right now?

He's practically in mint condition.

And so, he's standing to the side of the entrance of the cave, leaning against the wall, hands tucked in his pockets.

[sideofperfect]

It was once a very fine (if grimy) staircase leading down into a subway station.

Now it is sufficiently covered in rubble that climbing down requires a great deal of care and attention, if you are normal.

But these two aren't normal.

When she spots Emil she scrambles neatly down the wall and lands on her feet in front of him, offering an inquiring smile.

"On your feet already? That was quick."

Her tone is light with amused approval.

[readyforround3]

The smile now on his face is a wryer version of hers.

He glances up at the sky before looking back at her; it's nice to be out.

"Surprised?"

[sideofperfect]

"Envious. I have fast recovery, but not that fast."

How and why is she talking shop with someone in a damn uniform?

Skip it. New world, new rules.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa really doesn't like the triffids and there are so many fighters around so she's spending most of her time in bird form.

So a little bird watching DMG-A, trying to figure out what she might do.

[amazonofthe21st]

If she's going to be here, she's going to work. Devise a strategy, get some goals, make a plan.

...ha, yeah right.

But for right now, Rachel can pretend like she knows (or cares) how to do all that. Up above the lush green of the Triffids, a bald eagle is soaring, taking note of the spread and watching the plants below for any sign of weakness, any animals that go unnoticed.

...any humans that climb buildings and head for tunnels.

Huh.

[sideofperfect]

DMG-A doesn't notice the bird.

Why would she?

People tend not to look up. Even supersoldiers.

She takes an easy grip on a windowsill with one hand and one foot, pauses to scan the street, and drops ten feet to the ground without taking apparent damage.

[amazonofthe21st]

...iiiiiiinteresting.

Rachel lets her mind creep in a little over the eagle instincts. This person isn't watching, probably isn't a Yeerk. It's a chance she isn't willing to take.

Probably isn't definitely, a voice in her memory informs her.

Shut up, Marco, she immediately replies, tipping her wings to circle back toward DMG-A.

[sideofperfect]

DMG-A walks down the street with her hands in her pockets and her feet in bizarre makeshift sock-glove-shoes, paying the sky no apparent attention.

Her tunnel is just around the corner. With nobody watching, she nevertheless keeps to one of her many stock feminine smiles for an expression of her attitude towards homecoming. Force of habit dictates that you never, ever drop your guard.

[herd_u_liek]

She's got company!

"Mud?" That is, if she does not mind company. Company can go away if company is not wanted. Company is OK with that. It is polite company.

[sideofperfect]

"...hello to you too," she says, amused.

[herd_u_liek]

Yaaaaay she's being nice!

"Kip mud," it replies cheerily. In a scary place, friends are always good.

[sideofperfect]

"If you say so."

DMG-A drops the last few feet to the ground and holds out a hand in greeting.

She is not immune to the cute, apparently.