[ If Chyler were the type to pace, she'd be doing it. As it is she's standing near one of the common area's windows, one that faces out toward the training yard. She's picturing Corbulo's grounds, the way she so often does in quiet moments, in moments when no one else is around. And always, always, in those moments, the grounds are cratered, smoking, and littered with the dead.
She hears Marco's footsteps a moment before he speaks, which gives her enough time to turn and to make sure her expression is under control. ]
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She hears Marco's footsteps a moment before he speaks, which gives her enough time to turn and to make sure her expression is under control. ]
I'm here.