[ With the absence of stairs, she had instead tried to find other ledges to climb up from, which is all kinds of not safe. That the huge man finally comes down is at least far more polite than she expected... though neither his size and circumstance make her change her disposition too much, if at least for pride's sake. ]
[ In stark contrast, 2Cpt. Adela is a short woman. One meter sixty-five, make that a little more than five feet and a half inches. She has the stamina of a veteran (if the connected three-bars symbols over her uniform don't show it), and the strength to carry a stationary heavy machinegun (which she leaves on the floor), but she notices the height difference. ]
[ Because of her pride, though, she glares up, hands over her hips with the suicidal pride of a hothead. ]
Yes. No thanks to you.
[ She then leaned her head to look behind him, at the Mobile Suit he had been on. ]
Where is that thing from, anyway? It's too big to be worn as a Mobile Infantry suit, and way too new to be from my world. [ She then straightened back to look up at him. ] How does that thing work, anyway?
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[ In stark contrast, 2Cpt. Adela is a short woman. One meter sixty-five, make that a little more than five feet and a half inches. She has the stamina of a veteran (if the connected three-bars symbols over her uniform don't show it), and the strength to carry a stationary heavy machinegun (which she leaves on the floor), but she notices the height difference. ]
[ Because of her pride, though, she glares up, hands over her hips with the suicidal pride of a hothead. ]
Yes. No thanks to you.
[ She then leaned her head to look behind him, at the Mobile Suit he had been on. ]
Where is that thing from, anyway? It's too big to be worn as a Mobile Infantry suit, and way too new to be from my world. [ She then straightened back to look up at him. ] How does that thing work, anyway?