[She looks like herself again. Well— more like herself: no more azure blue, no more extensions or armored plating. She might go back to it eventually; the suit, after all, wasn't bad.
But it's nice to shed the layers every once in a while. Not all of them (never all of them, not until she's put whoever's at the heart of all those intertwined conspiracies to rest) just enough to say goodbye to Azúcar. Forever. Screw you, being nice.]
You're looking cheerful.
[Leaning against the doorframe, arms casually folded, it's a fairly innocuous reunion after their entertaining jump through time.]
closed; you know the drill
But it's nice to shed the layers every once in a while. Not all of them (never all of them, not until she's put whoever's at the heart of all those intertwined conspiracies to rest) just enough to say goodbye to Azúcar. Forever. Screw you, being nice.]
You're looking cheerful.
[Leaning against the doorframe, arms casually folded, it's a fairly innocuous reunion after their entertaining jump through time.]