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Quynh knocked on the door, dressed for the most mobility and packed for any emergency. "Manda, you ready yet? The refugees aren't going to treat themselves you know."

“Just about!”

A small GREMLIN whirred from out of the inventory room, a duffel bag of supplies strapped across her good shoulder. She tapped in the units of medical supplies into a datapad before locking it up.

“Rascal’s handling the local medical team, giving them some training.” Manda entered something into her wrist-comm and her GREMLIN displayed a map of the haven with both medical tents highlighted. “He said if anything gets out of hand, Arma and Joey are close to us to call in for back-up.”

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The day matched the occasion: overcast and a visit to a cemetery. They had just past the wrought iron gates and Quynh caught a more than an eye-full of the tombstones immediately surrounding them. Quynh looked down at the flowers she gripped almost to the point of suffocation. They were her mother's favorite: morning glories. Quynh, out of hesitation clasped Manda's hand, luckily with a less forceful grip than she did the morning glories.

Manda smiled faintly, rubbing her thumb in a circle against the back of Quynh’s hand as she laced her fingers in-between Quynh’s. Graveyards always gave her a mix of feelings, wondering if one day she would stumble upon her own family’s names.

But today wasn’t about the people she was still looking for, it was about being here for Quynh. To give her as much support as she could.

They were in civilian gear, light waterproofed windbreakers should the weather take a turn for the worse. Manda had equipped herself with some compact gear should they need to avoid more zealous ADVENT patrols and get back to the safe houses. So far, the only people out in the dreary weather were those on their way elsewhere.

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Quynh had just managed her first week back on duty. She sent in the last of the reports before heading over to the bar. Unlike her usual order of just seltzer water, she sat slightly hunched over the bar. "Gin and tonic, please." Alex, raised an eyebrow. But she decided it was better to not question Quynh and left the drink in front of her. She took one of the bar napkins and wiped away the makeup from under her eye. There was still a black ring around her left eye that refused to heal.

Quynh hear a rush of small feet before she noticed Manda enter the bar and hug her around the waist from behind.

“Quynh! You’re back!” The armoury recruit tried not to squeeze too hard. “I was so worried.” She drew back and hopped up onto the bar stool on Quynh’s right eye. “Are you okay? How long have you been back?”

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Blackwell groaned, stirring in the AWC. He'd suffered some severe burns on his chest when an engine coil exploded, and he winced as he tried to sit up.

“Easy there.” A familiar, calming voice came from his side, assisting him with sitting up without further aggravating his injuries. Manda double-checked his vitals before giving him a scolding look. “I thought engineering was doing a buddy system for engine maintenance.”

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Avedis was at the end of his shift and about to lock up the kitchen for the night. Of course, he left a sandwich in the fridge knowing that if the Commander was hungry, the lock wouldn't stop her. After a final wipe down of the surfaces, he turned out the lights and stepped outside to see Manda. The lack of lighting made it a bit difficult to see her face. "Oh hey! Did you want to use the kitchen?"

“N-not right now...” Manda sniffled, looking up at the cook. He could tell from the redness of her eyes that she’d been crying recently. “Can we talk? It’s about Quynh. I’m really worried about her.”

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Quynh entered the armory, limping still with a crutch under her one functioning arm to support herself. "Hey Manda? Could I ask a favor of you?"

Manda looked up from her work and her eyes widened. “Oh my goodness! Quynh, what happened to you?” She hurried over to the scientist, setting her hands on Quynh’s shoulders. “A favour? Of course... what do you need?”

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It was late at night. Besides the hum of the engine, the halls were dead silent. Celia was leaning against the wall, staring out the window. Her arms were crossed and one foot stood on pointe. She looked unusually pensive and reserved.

Maybe it was from taking a couple pages out of Rex and Coyote’s books -or perhaps Celia was so absorbed in her thoughts- but Manda was soon standing in front of the dancer without getting noticed. She tilted her head to the side, glancing briefly out the window before looking back at Celia.

“Hey... is everything all right, Celia?”

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Isaac approached the bar, stopping for a moment before gently nudging the small recruit who was slumped over the counter.

“Noooo…. that tickleeeeesss.” Manda squirmed, rising her head from the bar and taking a long while to process the identify of her new visitor. “Zay-zay!” She engulfed the avatar in a hug, squeezing tightly and rocking him side to side. “Howzit goin’?”