[ there's someone bursting into the room and under normal circumstances, anderson's training would kick in, she'd already be extending her mutation to figure out what the person's intent is, whether they mean to harm or not — anything to give her an edge over a possible opponent. even the fraction of a second can mean the difference between life and death. she knows the statistics, but more than that, she's experienced them in peach trees.
right now, there's no tension in her shoulders, and it takes her a moment and the mention of her name to drag her eyes away from her mother. her mother!
he has his hands on his gun, doesn't drop it. she'd be proud of him, if this were training, even though she hardly needed to teach him a thing, except perhaps how to handle some of the models of guns they have aboard. ]
It's all right, Four. [ a slight smile. ] It's my mom.
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right now, there's no tension in her shoulders, and it takes her a moment and the mention of her name to drag her eyes away from her mother. her mother!
he has his hands on his gun, doesn't drop it. she'd be proud of him, if this were training, even though she hardly needed to teach him a thing, except perhaps how to handle some of the models of guns they have aboard. ]
It's all right, Four. [ a slight smile. ] It's my mom.