"Mexican sounds
really good, I've not had any in the longest time. Let's go!" Misaki agreed loudly enough for the others to hear. They could get a lot of good alcohol, too. She had enough time to let her hair through two small claws on the back of her head, the white streaks led through them to make herself as stylish as she could wearing PT gear.
Like most Nekovalkryja, the Chusa had no problem with being nude, especially around home, so the suit and t-shirt were more than enough clothing for the NH-27 to wear. "The
Ivy Lane reported they found her, Taisa. One of us should debrief the Aurora crew once they've been restored." She noted, referring to the
Anri that she had requested be sent to fetch the drifting Aurora, "And the Starling, of course." They had both done their best, and trying to brief someone on how they died was never fun. They had to do it anyway.
She had the hardest part of the briefing locked away in her mind, there were countless times she'd performed it in her career, and no matter how well produced the Neko were, she couldn't always gauge what their reactions might be. Sometimes they were quiet, other times they were angry. A lot of the time, they were angry at themselves, and not their enemy. Part of the process of the debriefing was refocusing the emotions away, to help them relive it.
Flexing her hands absently, the scantily clad XO drifted towards Hanako as they walked for a bit of warmth, remembering what it felt like the first time she had lost a limb. The sick way she had adapted to it in the middle of the battle. It had been worth it, to take down the Ripper but she knew others were never so lucky, the horrors of it maintained the Ketsurui hardliner's resolve as she thought of the poor ships they had sacrificed. How many homes had they sacrificed to save their Empire?
Kurusu decided the ships would have understood what they had to do, at least as well as they did.
How are you feeling? She thought to Hanako, never one to discuss her well-being in front of the rest of the crew, as much as she cared for them. In truth, her attachment to the other officer was more than that, part of the reason she hadn't accepted her own command. She was where she belonged, and happy to meet new crew without barking at them through the com.
Oh, hell. I left their gifts on the ship...along with a real bra. She thought with amusement, snapping an adjustment into the bikini top under her shirt. "They might just raise them on the Anri." Misaki thought aloud, randomly. "Either way I'd like to make rounds with at least the other COs." And, wrinkling her nose, she asked Hanako, "Which way do we go? I think we could use a bit of a walk anyway." Even though she felt better in her armour, something was better about her suit.
It has weapons. She remembered. That was probably it, apart from the freeing feeling of taking one into space, especially the newer support models. "I feel like something with...it's called..queso right?" She asked, refreshed to be in 'normal' clothes on their homeworld, a place she spent less time on than in space. Space was home, but few places compared to Yamatai.
"Now, you'll have to promise me you won't get kidnapped this time..." Misaki playfully prompted Hanako.