[ By stark contrast, Pyrrha doesn't seem to be feeling anything. Her steps follow closely behind his, as instructed - she's never hesitated in following his orders, save one notable exception. A faint facsimile of her old alertness, keen observation in unknown territory, her eyes go left, right, up, scanning each wall, every crook and crevice.
And then they find aliens, and her steps stop entirely. That last, abrupt clack of her heels seems to reverberate through-out the room.
There's a faint intake of air, Pyrrha sucking in a breath as a prelude to speech... but the words themselves don't come, dying on her throat as she gazes at all of them, wide eyed and left with a piercing concern, brought on by their desperate pleas. ]
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And then they find aliens, and her steps stop entirely. That last, abrupt clack of her heels seems to reverberate through-out the room.
There's a faint intake of air, Pyrrha sucking in a breath as a prelude to speech... but the words themselves don't come, dying on her throat as she gazes at all of them, wide eyed and left with a piercing concern, brought on by their desperate pleas. ]