traitorous: (SLOWLY.)
MAINE. ([personal profile] traitorous) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-02-04 11:15 am (UTC)

Her answer draws a huff of would-be laughter from Maine. They only arrived a few hours ago and already Carolina is working to piece the puzzle together as if it's just another Freelancer training op. She looks mostly unphased, like always, big damn hero Carolina with her big damn hero antics, but there's a certain unfamiliar tightness in her expression that has Maine's brows furrowing in mild concern.

He takes a moment to focus on her face and waits for everything around him to solidify into actual shapes instead of swimming colors before he begins to move, scooting through the dirt and around the fire, stopping a few feet away from her.

"Gone," he says at last, as much as he can possibly say anything. It feels good to actually talk and have someone understand him without having to resort to scribbling on the ground like a goddamned caveman. "Green."

Gone for Sigma, and green because he's never not green, doesn't matter if he's bleeding out from multiple injuries or coping with a crippling migraine. He stares at Carolina expectantly, waiting for her own status report.

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