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[indeliblepast]

Having free time again had remained a novel concept for a little while - not worrying about the next mission, or if they were all going to die tomorrow, or any of those things. But after a few days, the old worries started to seep back in. The old guilt. So it was throw herself into work, or into drinking, and there wasn't quite enough privacy to do the latter. Not enough alcohol, either.

Which meant work - analysis, tactics, all of it. Learning what she could to keep more people from being killed. Setsuna's report had been informative, certainly, but the file she'd been sent - ah, that was gold. Which is why she stood in the Sensorium, watching a battle play out in miniature in front of her, as she scribbled notes on paper she'd brought in. That felt a bit odd - but she didn't have a computer rig to back her up right now, and sometimes it was easier to think in handwriting.

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[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"You some kinda mastermind or something?" Punchy actually finds that he's having a relatively easy time following the Ohm's tactics, at least when they're spread out in a simulation like this. "I always like to get more up close and personal, you know? Waste 'em face-to-face."

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the show of bravado. "You wouldn't be the only one - though going face-to-face means you get swarmed if you don't have someone who can see the big picture."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Hey, who's saying I can't see the big picture? Just 'cuz I like the mano-to-mano don't mean I can't face on the big screen, a'ight?"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi actually did roll her eyes this time. "That's not what I meant. A team needs planners - that's me - and frontline fighters, too."