[ Futaba is… still Futaba. She isn't sure why that would be surprising, but it somehow manages to be. Then again, Ann feels as if she's changed so much in six months, that it's a little strange that no one else has. Loosening her hold on her, Ann leans back, letting one of her arms slide off to rest in her own lap again. The other remains gently on Futaba's shoulder.
It isn't a shock to hear Futaba had been freaked out— it's a freaky situation. She'd been plenty scared when this had happened the first time, and she wasn't already scared of being out in public the way their navigator was. ]
Sorry it took so long to find you. If I'd known you were here, I would've looked for you… but I seriously thought I was alone, this time.
[ She exhales. ] No kidding. I'm spent. Pretty sure my legs are made of Jell-O at this point.
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It isn't a shock to hear Futaba had been freaked out— it's a freaky situation. She'd been plenty scared when this had happened the first time, and she wasn't already scared of being out in public the way their navigator was. ]
Sorry it took so long to find you. If I'd known you were here, I would've looked for you… but I seriously thought I was alone, this time.
[ She exhales. ] No kidding. I'm spent. Pretty sure my legs are made of Jell-O at this point.