Wyld
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Freyja barely managed to grab the purse she 'dropped' in all its pointlessness, after the conversation left her with an icy chill. The thing Freyja chose to associate the situation with was akin to being tied to a post, unable to move, only able to watch as in the distance, the familiar, single flash from a distant sniper goes off, with the full knowledge that you were the target.
After a long moment, Freyja just stared ahead with a blank expression, and said "May I have permission to..." She didn't even finish the sentence. She was having a hard time processing this, it had been just one screw up after another. She just echoed Misato's sigh and followed her last order from a superior that wasn't Misato. "Well, this is the part where I make sure you get something to eat I guess." She kept the flat voice through the whole thing, and a flat mouthed glare at nothing etched onto her face. She wanted nothing more than to go crawl in a hole and forget she existed.
After a long moment, Freyja just stared ahead with a blank expression, and said "May I have permission to..." She didn't even finish the sentence. She was having a hard time processing this, it had been just one screw up after another. She just echoed Misato's sigh and followed her last order from a superior that wasn't Misato. "Well, this is the part where I make sure you get something to eat I guess." She kept the flat voice through the whole thing, and a flat mouthed glare at nothing etched onto her face. She wanted nothing more than to go crawl in a hole and forget she existed.