[Daisy is still getting used to Val's flirts and invasion of personal space. But she comes to wonder if she won't get accustomed too fast for it.
She answers in a deadpan manner, but with a hint of a smile.]
You don't have to stuff hair inside a helmet.
[...OKAY. Cal-141 does, but Daisy always suspected her helmet was adapted to have a hammerspace carefully designed inside her helmet by ONI R&D branches.
The woman looks at Valvalis. Then stands up with her dress to close the windows and put the curtains on, pushes the most blatant boxes of munitions where she could most quickly hide them (albeit hilariously not too used to have so little strength), readying a pistol, and then picking the ket to her apartment.
...She doesn't know whenever if to be comforted or scared that she just realized that she couldn't fly.]
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She answers in a deadpan manner, but with a hint of a smile.]
You don't have to stuff hair inside a helmet.
[...OKAY. Cal-141 does, but Daisy always suspected her helmet was adapted to have a hammerspace carefully designed inside her helmet by ONI R&D branches.
The woman looks at Valvalis. Then stands up with her dress to close the windows and put the curtains on, pushes the most blatant boxes of munitions where she could most quickly hide them (albeit hilariously not too used to have so little strength), readying a pistol, and then picking the ket to her apartment.
...She doesn't know whenever if to be comforted or scared that she just realized that she couldn't fly.]
...Then we walk?