[He makes an effort to keep his voice sounding mostly normal.]
Uh, yeah, I'm good.
[Later on, he might have to track down Okino--what can he say, the guy just projects an aura begging to receive your weirdest questions--to ask whether all of them smell amazing in Sentinel form, or if it's just Scuti. For now (and in more ways than one), it's all he can do to hold on.
He can feel it burn into his memory: the strength of her slender back as she bears him up, the delicate, diaphanous ribbons of her uniform brushing past, the scent in her hair. He clears his throat.]
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Uh, yeah, I'm good.
[Later on, he might have to track down Okino--what can he say, the guy just projects an aura begging to receive your weirdest questions--to ask whether all of them smell amazing in Sentinel form, or if it's just Scuti. For now (and in more ways than one), it's all he can do to hold on.
He can feel it burn into his memory: the strength of her slender back as she bears him up, the delicate, diaphanous ribbons of her uniform brushing past, the scent in her hair. He clears his throat.]
Ready when you are.