....yeah.

[When she finally slides her hand into his, he gets a peek at how different her emotional state is from the blank, semi-calm expression she's had in place all this time. It's restless, like the sea on a windy day, churning and rolling from time to time. It's cool, though, and there's an impression of something like reassurance and apology there, unvoiced but present all the same. Her fingers curl around his gently and loosely, even as her eyes slowly slide over their surroundings.]

I guess, the hostile programs in the Moon Cell spoiled me. If you didn't hit them first, most times they would leap at you without reservation and you'd lose the initiative. On the train, I was fine with killing those soldiers from a distance before entering their cars but this is... It's almost familiar here. I don't like that.

[What does that say about her? That she found it so much easier to stay calm and kill people on the train, rather than this carnival? She's not sure. She doesn't want to think about it right now either.]