[ The shouting at a distance goes quiet again and this time there's a sense of dispersal rather than a slow ratcheting of tensions. There's a beat and then movement around Mako though she seems to remain perfectly still, like a rock in the middle of a raging river. ]
North 2 here. [ She opens her mouth as if she means to say something else, but it sticks in her throat. Nothing left to do but to swallow it down, even though the memory of it has surfaced, fresh, in her mind.
(—hang on, Striker, we're coming to you— —no, Gipsy, do not come to our aid—) ]
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North 2 here. [ She opens her mouth as if she means to say something else, but it sticks in her throat. Nothing left to do but to swallow it down, even though the memory of it has surfaced, fresh, in her mind.
(—hang on, Striker, we're coming to you—
—no, Gipsy, do not come to our aid—) ]
I'll come to you.