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[sparerib]

[She had been friends with the Fallen once, at least, the ones from House of Judgment.

Every other Fallen she'd rightfully pissed off, in the same way all the Fallen had pissed off the Reef. The details weren't in her mind anymore, but every record was out there. Surely she'd have been somewhere along the same lines as most others in service.

She doesn't remember. There's still a small bundle of nerves in the pit of her stomach. Aeon just bumps the back of her helmet lightly, as if to make her focus.]

It's what they say. [Sardonic, in a way.

Liya, unfortunately, subscribes to the Hunter tenet of "ostentatious and over the top as fuck." She could hide, but her red and gold armor makes her what the kids call "a target." She's pretty okay with that.] What's the situation?

[skia]

Straight to business, huh?

[She appreciates that, a small nod in recognition and a gesture for Sklar to follow as she walks over to a balcony. The wall on the other side is... Well, less a wall and more like two thirds of a frame for the urban decay outside.]

[One hand on her hip, Notus uses her free hand to gesture to the buildings opposite.]

Fallen scavengers holed up across the way. They've got a lot of tech we need and a lot more guns.

[sparerib]

I could always use some guns.

[Not to mention scavenge some useless tech to add to her now barren wall of trophies. She mourned her lost things once she put together she wasn't actually fully dead.]

You don't have the arms or the hands for it.

With that attitude, I don't.

[Her silver and pink Ghost simply hums half-judgmentally, in the voice of a persistently irritated, slightly judgmental, and mildly bored preteen girl. Aeon at least tried to curb some of Liya's worse habits, but sometimes, it was better for her to just go with it and try not to have her Guardian die.]

Any idea how many?

[Now addressing Notus, as Aeon glances around to ensure they don't get shot out of nowhere.]