❛ That’s insane, but it’s also, like the 11th most insane thing to happen today, so who cares? ❜
Her eyes narrow and lips quirk only slightly up. The slight humming in her ears and at the base of her brain ticks up in pitch as the metal in her body shifts with the body weight. All irrelevant for the task at hand --- wiping out the criminal only meters from them. Pupils shift ( more whirring and shift in pitch as the information is processed and displayed on her retinas ) and she blinks towards Cyra.
“If you think that’s insane---” There’s no humor in her flattened tone. “You’ll love what he does next.”








