When will you like the person you are now, D– ...Nightwing?
[ It was a question that lingers. The more he speaks, the more he laments old times that were unable to be returned... and idolizes the person he needs to be. Hana didn't want to leave a question that harsh to hold the air. To stop the conversation. Her tone melts, it was almost pity – but then again... maybe she just beat him to the punch? They, for as different as they handled their stress or wanted more of themselves, were similar enough.
This city was not one of hope. Gotham still ripe with reputation of the insane, of the hopeless but here there was someone wanting to change that. He wants to embrace who he is, but she wants him to like himself. Maybe, he needed the okay to forgive his downside and truly do what he wanted to do: be better. ]
OK, I will hold you to it. [ "It" being vague, for once being condensed and not some grand trolly remark. Did she mean his promises or did she mean the boba place? Who knows. How could she even start this conversation when there was more pressing matters? Hana's GPS gives them the head up they were approaching the coordinates laid out, the cockpit opened even with the wind smacking them right in the face. Occupational hazard. ] No. Go and hurry back.
[ She makes him listen, makes him realize that she didn't need to lay into him to take it easy when she herself knew nothing of it. The concern was there, but she overspeaks and speaks with passion as much as good intention.
When he's gone and her cockpit was closed, she pulls her diagnostic up. A few moments to look over how Meka was handling. Her boosters limited down to 60%, her matrix shield working at a lower absorption rate – the only thing still intact were the rockets she purposely hasn't used. Respect for the city, respect for Nightwing – she had not yet decided to use them to minimize damage.
Hana tips down to offer the prettiest distraction possible. No shots were fired on her end, she sends troops ducking into the ground for cover. Up into the clouds again, then down to another strike. It was the safest thing she could do right now, causing a commotion and... honestly, trolling the troops with a snicker that Nightwing can pick up. ]
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[ It was a question that lingers. The more he speaks, the more he laments old times that were unable to be returned... and idolizes the person he needs to be. Hana didn't want to leave a question that harsh to hold the air. To stop the conversation. Her tone melts, it was almost pity – but then again... maybe she just beat him to the punch? They, for as different as they handled their stress or wanted more of themselves, were similar enough.
This city was not one of hope. Gotham still ripe with reputation of the insane, of the hopeless but here there was someone wanting to change that. He wants to embrace who he is, but she wants him to like himself. Maybe, he needed the okay to forgive his downside and truly do what he wanted to do: be better. ]
OK, I will hold you to it. [ "It" being vague, for once being condensed and not some grand trolly remark. Did she mean his promises or did she mean the boba place? Who knows. How could she even start this conversation when there was more pressing matters? Hana's GPS gives them the head up they were approaching the coordinates laid out, the cockpit opened even with the wind smacking them right in the face. Occupational hazard. ] No. Go and hurry back.
[ She makes him listen, makes him realize that she didn't need to lay into him to take it easy when she herself knew nothing of it. The concern was there, but she overspeaks and speaks with passion as much as good intention.
When he's gone and her cockpit was closed, she pulls her diagnostic up. A few moments to look over how Meka was handling. Her boosters limited down to 60%, her matrix shield working at a lower absorption rate – the only thing still intact were the rockets she purposely hasn't used. Respect for the city, respect for Nightwing – she had not yet decided to use them to minimize damage.
Hana tips down to offer the prettiest distraction possible. No shots were fired on her end, she sends troops ducking into the ground for cover. Up into the clouds again, then down to another strike. It was the safest thing she could do right now, causing a commotion and... honestly, trolling the troops with a snicker that Nightwing can pick up. ]
Awwwww, c'mon, noobs! Scared of a girlllll?