[ Gauntlets are removed and the fine black undergloves follow, even as she sways a little in place. Then up go her hands and off comes her helmet, Church briefly flickering into place over her right shoulder as she runs one hand through her hair. ]
Why would you ruin it with decaff? [it's a little deadpan, mostly dead tired, but it's not a refusal. The little hologram floats over to inspect the case, a little uncertain he trusts it (or York, for that matter, no matter what his Logical Delta-part thinks). Her gloves are set on the table, where gaze proceeds to linger on the plans as she works on unbinding her armor.
..This may take a little while. Which really does highlight how tired she is. She can and has done this before almost in her sleep, which means everything takes forever when you're attempting to operate at a higher level of function than your body's prepared for.]
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Why would you ruin it with decaff? [it's a little deadpan, mostly dead tired, but it's not a refusal. The little hologram floats over to inspect the case, a little uncertain he trusts it (or York, for that matter, no matter what his Logical Delta-part thinks). Her gloves are set on the table, where gaze proceeds to linger on the plans as she works on unbinding her armor.
..This may take a little while. Which really does highlight how tired she is. She can and has done this before almost in her sleep, which means everything takes forever when you're attempting to operate at a higher level of function than your body's prepared for.]
...Chicken. Thank you.