"Natalie, in case one does get hit, will they be safe in their ball until we can get them medical attention?" Furiosa can do a little triage for humans, and apparently Azwel is some kind of medic, but Pokemon physiology is, uh, different. And she's already promised to help look after the Pokemon if something happens to Natalie, in a private conversation earlier, so she needs to know.
Furiosa has never used a radio like these before, so she accepts it with a curious look, turning it over, testing whether she can effectively hold it in her metal hand, and then listening to the explanation of both tech and route attentively. She makes note of any spot where an ambush seems most likely, but given the shifting topography of the Nexus it's hard to make an educated guess. They'll just have to be on high alert all the time.
She accepts a shield with gratitude, and pulls the straps tight against her metal arm. She's going to be very sore at the end of the day with that much weight on her, but better sore than shot dead.
There is something soothing about Blaze's military lingo, and Furiosa gives a little huff of breath and a fleeting smile. If she didn't have the extra weight on her arm, she'd salute, but the protocol isn't important now. The job is.
And even if this is a job she normally does on a vehicle, it's familiar.
Out in the snow, she's very focused on her watch, but she does notice Azwel's brief stagger and how he seems more tense now even than before. It's understandable, and it doesn't strike her as a red flag just yet, but it's there. She'd try to make eye contact with him to reassure, but since they're both wearing goggles now, there's no point. They'll each have to manage their own hell as they're out on this mission.
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Furiosa has never used a radio like these before, so she accepts it with a curious look, turning it over, testing whether she can effectively hold it in her metal hand, and then listening to the explanation of both tech and route attentively. She makes note of any spot where an ambush seems most likely, but given the shifting topography of the Nexus it's hard to make an educated guess. They'll just have to be on high alert all the time.
She accepts a shield with gratitude, and pulls the straps tight against her metal arm. She's going to be very sore at the end of the day with that much weight on her, but better sore than shot dead.
There is something soothing about Blaze's military lingo, and Furiosa gives a little huff of breath and a fleeting smile. If she didn't have the extra weight on her arm, she'd salute, but the protocol isn't important now. The job is.
And even if this is a job she normally does on a vehicle, it's familiar.
Out in the snow, she's very focused on her watch, but she does notice Azwel's brief stagger and how he seems more tense now even than before. It's understandable, and it doesn't strike her as a red flag just yet, but it's there. She'd try to make eye contact with him to reassure, but since they're both wearing goggles now, there's no point. They'll each have to manage their own hell as they're out on this mission.