a hum when sargent disengages in their staredown. despite bangalore not wanting it to be a contest it was. a small victory and many more to come.
"a pulse i did not pick up before now drums within my audio receptors. count your pulse for me, i want tto know." eerie chuckle. *
her gaze lingers for only a moment longer before drifting elsewhere, refusing to let the stare become a contest. there’s an obvious tension in her shoulders now, a coiled readiness that hadn’t been present before. +
despite her time decommissioned, she hasn't lost that bite. she snars at her comment, just for flare.
"what is inside my ( shellll ) is an intense desire, something you no longer seem to have." kneading of metal finally comes to a *