[Asami is in the middle of an attempt to twirl her gun at the trigger loop when Mako's faint flame comes into view. Her weapon drops to the ground with a clatter at the distraction, not that she would have successfully executed the trick anyway, and she keeps an eye out while leaning over to pick it up. It could be a threat. Her hands clasp around the gun as properly as she learned.
As the minute progresses, that fire casts a glow on features she recognizes, and better yet he carries something pleasant-smelling in his wake. She relaxes her arms and keeps up a tired though revitalized smile as Mako comes into plain view, then her legs stretch to a stand.]
Hey, Mako! Did you bring those for me?
[She's the type of person who gains a burst of energy whenever company presents itself, but this might be the most delighted she's been to see Mako since they first arrived. It's pretty bad here.]
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As the minute progresses, that fire casts a glow on features she recognizes, and better yet he carries something pleasant-smelling in his wake. She relaxes her arms and keeps up a tired though revitalized smile as Mako comes into plain view, then her legs stretch to a stand.]
Hey, Mako! Did you bring those for me?
[She's the type of person who gains a burst of energy whenever company presents itself, but this might be the most delighted she's been to see Mako since they first arrived. It's pretty bad here.]