What started out as a relatively mundane day for Michelle, watching the passengers and crew members exit through the lifts before leaving the medical bay herself culminated into something that she thought she would never encounter on a spaceship. Not that she had even wanted to. The sound of bullets was enough to galvanize her into action alongside Soysauce, her current patrol buddy, briefcase in hand as she ran down the corridors, following the noise, adrenaline already coursing through her body like it had not coursed through her in a while.

Her skirt - only a close observer would notice that it was actually made of paper - swished around her legs as sheets of paper fanned out from her sleeves, forming her paper bow as she sprinted with her metal briefcase in her other hand. Once she arrived at the scene, Michelle dropped her briefcase with a loud crash and quickly loaded her bow with another wave of paper from her sleeve.

Instead of waiting for anyone to lower their weapons as Soysauce had instructed, Michelle promptly shot arrow after arrow - not to kill or wound, but to graze the hands of anyone holding a gun so they would drop their weapons without another word. And when her arrows made their marks, she let her paper bow collapse into the sheets of paper they once were. These sheets stiffened with metallic sounds, becoming more like large, white blades, and she threw them at the guns as those fell, hoping to cut them to pieces.

"That's enough!" she declared.