>>5160039Sharing most of the details, withholding the actual device Dimitri used and a few of your dancing encounters. Katerina listens along without Interruption, her face speaking volumes. She started off in her clearly annoyed appearance as you explained your escape. But she broke into a grin the moment you described the combination of disguises your squad equipped. One of her hands returned to inspect your leather jacket and gaudy sweater. You couldn't help getting excited sharing all the things you saw, the people, the food and the places you had only ever imagined. You saw her face change again, this time one emotion you were more familiar with. Pity. The cruel and bitter so accustomed to gracing her face, it was easily noticeable when it was gone.
She looked at you like you were a child, so you stopped there. Hurrying past a few of the other things that you thought were interesting, you dive into your adventure in the club. The drinks, the clothes, the lack of clothes, dancing and meeting up with your friend and a senior pilot. Finishing up the story with your very late dinner and the lack of sleep. As you ended the story the girl had fallen back into her perpetual state of aggravation. The silence dragged on for a while so you broke it, the dino cheering you on from on top of the terminal. "So what did you want to talk about?" She let out a huff and shifted closer. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a plastic card, her official pilot identification. "Well… I passed. So I'm officially a pilot now."
Reaching out you plucked the thing up, it was simple. The small portrait is a little younger just like you own. "Congratulations!" You cheer, well the best you could. Your voice cracked halfway through the word. "So you came to tell me last night?" You let slip free, the idea floating through your head. The girl stood up, brushing off her military uniform. You didn't need an answer to know she was avoiding the question. "Let's get some breakfast, food helps." She kept her back to you, lighting up a cigarette. The ember glowing hot in the gloom of your room. The pain was going, the pressure dropping. But it still lingered. You weren't asking her for anymore water, forcing yourself to stand until you made it to the bathroom.
